i carry the scars more on the inside than out... i did not survive, i am surviving... my feet still burn from my walk thru the fire... i carry the scars more on the inside than out...try as i may to remain the same, it changed me...made me stronger and weaker with the same blow...made me humble and hateful with the same blow...made me grateful and selfish with the same blow...as i roll into my sixth year post treatment the fear is always there small shadowy hiding behind positive its over i am well...but what am i ?..is it just lying in wait to sucker punch me when i least expect it?.. to that thought i say go away... and if it does return then i will stand feet planted firmly shoulders squared for the blow and fight once again fight as if my life depended on it because it does fight with all my strength and then some fight fight fight... i carry the scars more on the inside than the out...



       just thinking out loud for all the world to see....