Love's cadence beats slowly,
The tides sing of sorrow, science, and language.
A fearful beauty, all consuming, this life, this tide, this ocean.
I find myself in waves, salt water licking my alabaster skin.
I am forlorn and lost at sea.
Grey cancer breeds and science answers with creation.
A life that will not end, medicine wants us to be as eternal as the ebb and flow.
Am I fighting a cure, or am I fighting an abomination? |
Submission Name: Spiritual Turmoil
