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I've decided to live.
Let your medical words
of dire consequences be gone.
These words do not own me.
They do not define me.
I believe in a greater power
than your educated guesses.
For God is my medicine.
My Redeemer has redeemed me
and so I
shall survive your prognosis.

Yes, there is this cancer
that streams in my body.
It is there. I know it is there.

Sometimes it makes me weak.
Tires me out and drags
my feet to walk in a
detached manner of being.

Other times this disease
seeks to control my behaviour.
Change my mood. Consume
too much of my time and energy.

So what? 
Tire me out. Weary my living.
But know this, 
I will not let you destroy
my will to exist.

No. Not any more.
The air in the morning is
crisp and refreshing.
The coffee is good
and the day even better.
For I woke up again.

Comforted myself
with a night's rest
and
a
brand
new
beginning
every
time
I
wake
up.

The tender grass grows green
and the plants that grow
do so in their defiance
of the sheltered sonnets
that 
have
been
written
in
terms
of despair.

I start this day with God.
I live this day with Him.
Be silent
you voices of woe.
Stop whining
your doom and gloom.
Quit your agonies
of melancholy.
Cease your 
predictions
of
untimely
death.
No more.
I will not listen at all.
I've decided to live.