Rejecting "The Cure"
I rejected the cure
Used to the sickness
Comfortable with impure
Not looking for redemption
I was tired of looking frail
Called lame by many
I rejected the cure
Proposed by plenty
I was force-fed the cure
But I vomited it out
I rejected the cure
In denial of my bouts
With life’s obstacles
Struggling with being weak
To death, I was on the brink
I prayed but heard no answer
My thoughts were a cancer
I accepted the cure
After crying out of eyes
That were the driest deserts
I am the cure
Stronger than ever
Feeling 100%
I am My Best
When I Am
More than Better
This poem is about:
Me