journey of a survivor
health being wealth
journey of a survivor
health being wealth poem
it starts with love. . .
. . . . . not feeling well. . . . my stomach is killing me . . .
. . . dizzy, off to the doctor. can barely walk. . . Pain. . .
" . . . don't count the days; make the days count." - muhammad ali
. . . help as i refocus . . .reawaken from my cancer . . .
. . . journey to the light of might . . .
. . .being lost. . . .
walking in the darkness . . . .
standing in . . . . . .
shadows . . .
. . . . being lost . . . .
walking slower . . .
even slower . .
slower. . .
. . . . . .being lost . .
depressed. . .
listening to silence. . .
my heart beat. .
. . . . . . . . beating. . .
louder. . . . . . .
oh . . .
going . .
in circles. . .
chemo. .
. . . . . . . . . . more and more and more . .
. . . . . surviving . . .
once, twice . . .
losing my. .
mad mind . .
oh. . .
why me . .
. . . . . hearing my . . .
magical mantra . . .
. . . never ever. . .
. . . . . . . give. .
up. . .
. . . .never ever. .
. . . . . . . give. .
up. .
. . . never ever. . .
. . . . . . . . give. .
up. . .
hope. . . .
seeing . . .
light . .
in. .
empty . .
spaces . .
of healing. .
amen. . .
. .
.
. . . . thank you . . .
for reading. . . .
just joined the y. . .
to stay in shape. . .
. . . . am training in. . .
samurai arts
again . . .
. . . . . it starts . . .
with love. . .
love more to . . .
. . . . . . . . . . heal more ..
hugs. . .
About the Creator
SAMURAI SAM AND WILD DRAGONS
DR. WAYNE STEIN Ted Talk Speaker, Amazon Author, Asian Gothic Scholar; Yoga Certified, Black Belts. Writer Program Admin, Writing Center Director, Cancer Survivor, Korean Born , Raised in Japan and Italy, grew up In Los Angeles.
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Amazing message
Again in whatever situation never ever give up. Good job.
Smile more to be more!