This was written after my diagnosis of stage 4 inoperable lung cancer.
I was a mess for about 2 weeks and then I decided I did not want to live my life that way.

She's Come Undone

She's come undone
Unraveling from within
Falling down a rabbit hole
Into the deep dark tunnel
While her body and mind
Slowly falls apart.
Even though she is strong
She finds her confidence gone
And feels unworthy
As she slips deeper
In the wild negative thoughts
Of the unknown.
How does she make peace in the chaos
And stop the ride to get off
Once she is so far gone
And has come undone?

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