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


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