We walk and talk and laugh and cry
we very seldom wonder why.
The world is a constant challenge
to know what latest foil we avenge.
She is a woman of substance, a smile
so indicative of freedom in erstwhile
company that does suggest harmony
meant to soften the grit of calamity.
She does laugh and parade a humor
contagious to the souls in her armor.
While the world continues mechanic
hers is a pause to manage this panic.
She that brings life to an aspect of love
is far and away too soon to travel above.
We are compelled by passionate drive
to seek solace inside the love we strive.
Hers is a sudden discovery of mortality
yet always will she battle senseless reality.
The oddity of this cancerous phenomena
strikes at the heart of those we love in a
ruthless manner with little decisive manner.
Loved ones struck down or asked to gather
strength inside the quandary of humanity …
we do find ourselves now begging sanity
For it is a battle silent, in the shadow’s release
Oh to know salvation brings wonder in peace.
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