I’m stressed; scared to death
The pain in my chest
Could be transferable.
Fighting the blues; waiting for news
With so much to lose
For those who’ve loved me.
I resist defeat; my faith complete,
But earth tilts beneath my feet
Waiting, waiting for the diagnosis.
Am I so sick? My mind plays tricks
All my exhales burning thick:
Must loving me always be a risk?
Shhh, I try to deny
That age old lie
Repeating that I am contaminated,
And every soul drawing close
Pays a toll
Atop the kindness
When I mean no harm.
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