When I Found Out I Had.......

The world became so silent, quietly
unnatural, and void of experience.
When you're lost for words in worlds, where they're free
for some, your words are lost at their expense.
 
Completely void of rational thought,
with lost emotional identity,
you're left to rationalize if death was bought
on by the debts of liability?
 
When feeling less than human, meaningless
is felt within, like fruit left once to spoil,
without it ever aging. You address
beliefs in prayer as you dig, then you toil
 
for answers. Living days, though it's your last,
preparing mostly, others, for the end
and hoping it will never come to pass.
You shrink each day with each breath, defend

your life with all your, faith, while knowing love
is being offered every day by friends
and family. You're still alone, above
most all else, you're hoping to extend,
 
at all the cost, and with each your last breath,
your life each day with fruitful stamina.
One views their life, albeit, part from death,
as more, or less a secret Shangri-La.
 
But, are you waiting as if your life’s due
to end, or are you realizing, that life
is more important, than anything you
have ever known and living life is rife?
 
Your life seems richer with each passing day
as you have ever, really felt before.
Existence has become reality
and each day is left for you to explore
 
each possibility, where you believe
that there are remedies to help this fight.
Beyond a cure and hopes for your relief
is love that makes life glow when void of light.