My Fears


When I am all alone,

fighting off the tears,

I worry about my future,

as I confront my fears.

This disease has all but forced me,

to look fate in the eye.

To realize that because of it,

too early I could die.

I try to think real positive,

and of the good things I do take stock.

But then I find there's something else,

as I face a new roadblock.

Always there in front of me,

ready for the attack.

It seems that for each forward step,

I'm pushed two more steps back.

But I will keep trudging ahead,

and fight for my remaining years.

I will not be beaten by this,

I will defeat my fears!

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