An Unexpected Silver Line
And a Comforting Thought in Times of Trouble
It was a barely visible silver line
One I could not share
Because those untouched by cancer would not have understood
How it made me less afraid of dying
Thinking that I would be the first to go
At least then,
I would only have to say my goodbyes once
Not one by one
I would not have to watch my loved ones die
Because I would already be gone
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R.S. Sillanpaa
Why is it so hard to write about myself? That's where I get writer's block!
In short, I am a writer, dreamer, and a cancer survivor writing about a wide range of things, fiction and non-fiction, whatever happens to interest and inspire me.
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I feel the same minus the cancer part
This was so relatable. I have abandonment issues and don't deal well with people leaving, even if it's by death. So I would prefer to just die earlier than all of them. Loved your poem. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️