A Positive Man

He can smile and he can laugh

But inside he falls apart

He can hide the fact he's hurting

Diguise the sadness in his heart



He can dance through a day in song

He can lay through a night in tears

He can pretend to enjoy these days

But in fact hate to endure these years



He is ill but in good spirit

He is dying but yet he lives

He is trying to let go of madness

But in fact it just won't give



Stay positive they tell him

And positive he lives

Positive, the word that haunts him

A positive man he is



He has AIDS and he is scared

But his eyes appear so strong

He doesn't know how long he'll live

But he fears it won't be long

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was written in the beginning stages of my battle with HIV. It's the raw emotion of my life at the time. Honestly, I was scared. It it one of the biggest challenges I ever have to face. I am now more optomistic about life.

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Absolutely accurate. I couldn't have said it any better myself. The daily routine of masking the fear and challenges of being HIV positive is not easily handled yet a great deal of us manage to do it. In this day and age with the advanced research and treatments to sustain life it's no longer an immediate death sentence, nor is a diagnosis of being positive automatically the conclusion to our life; like anyone else we don't know how GOD will end out lives. Yet people still seem to allow it to rob them of celebrating every day we're blessed to see as the true value it is by giving HIV a great deal of thought. I love your honesty and realness element to this piece of excellent work!


Every day we witness is a blessing, desipite the outcome!

 

Bmosley