Now my strength is failing
My already tiny muscles screaming
At the weight of your words
As they gnaw and gnash
At the filaments of my fragile world

Now my strength is straining
Shopping bags of poor plastic
Stretched and tearing
Pinking my fingertips
As I hold on for my life

Now my eyes are tearing, bitter
Angry tears
When I am not enough
When I cannot cure your illness
That plagues your angel bones

Now every day is a battle
That I do not want to fight
I just want to be happy
I don’t want to fight this cancer
That eats my failing mind

Now your monopoly on madness
Is being taken over by me
And I cannot contain
The fire that burns my all
When I bleed my words of comfort
And the stains aren’t red at all
But plasma
The empty hollow coat of life
That isn’t enough for you

I wrote you another poem
That was for your birthday
But now I don’t think you want to read it
For it will surely spark tears
In your beautiful, wet eyes
I cannot be a rock always
I cannot just be the wires
Trying to contain a bowl of soup
That liquefies and solidifies
As often as the sun lives and dies
On our earth

I’m trying so hard Katie.
Just please try as hard too.
That’s all I ask of you