Weathered and torn,
he lay still counting the cracks along the walls.
His eyes closing...realizing dreaming was the only option when options were sparse.
No it isn't too comfortable in the hospital room.
He covers himself in blankets as if they'll protect him from this nightmare
This chaos with a capital C...a...n..c..e..r.
Hope is a balancing act, one small change in the alignment and
all can be lost...

And he is an acrobat, swinging from one rope to another
waiting to fall...or waiting for the show to be over
and a standing crowd cheering at how amazing it was to see such
a magnificent performance.
I'll wrap my arms around his neck and whisper in his ear "i knew you could do it"