Venom

Day by day I find myself squeezing out the poison from another scorpion sting and as soon as the sun rises I find that I am once again suffering. No sooner than I heal, a serpent strikes, fangs pierce the skin, drawing blood to the surface and the venom destroys slowly and surely. With all communication cut the tissue dies and soon the heart will harden. No longer will you find tears in my eyes from the agony because I have become desensitized. I have become one with the cancer only to find fighting it futile.

I do not wish to surrender myself to a disease that robs me of peace and happiness. Sleep and idleness are not my allies but I have been rendered immobile. All I find myself with is a canvas, a paintbrush, and a book of words. And now I must find how to fit the jigsaw pieces together, one by one. All I wish for is the strength to battle with the sword and defeat my internal enemy.