She wrote late, compelled by the shadows of the previous day. There was so much she had not said. She was wandering into the last days of her former self, her mind clearing through the haze of thoughts that carried their old pain. Those who came before left their imprints once more. She had pushed them away, yet she knew they would stay. They kept playing in her head, echoing softly even as she slept. They will never be forgotten, but they will not hold place in this next chapter. She will no longer chase the memories once dear. She will not fear their presence as she steps quietly into this new race.

Cancer is You Cancer is Me Cancer Clings To every Fibre of My being Cancer is Not Who I am Cancer Was A part Of my life. I am A survivor I am Not Alone I carry With me The souls Gone too soon. They are My reason To keep Going in Each New Season

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There are Words That need To be said That need To be read One person's Art is Another's Solace Their All Their Everything Is the Same for All of us It is our Quiet In the storm Our reborn Our clarity

Sit in The stillness And witness The earth Breathing Around you The feeling Is so profound Taking it all in The wind It speaks To us. It can Become A realization That the Calmness Felt from The summers breeze Can put us at ease Understanding that The breath Of the earth Is the ones who Left to soon. It is many Souls that Carry us This Is The BIGGER. The one we Look to In fear. But they Are letting Us know they Are near.