No regrets

She lived strong

She lived free

From the fear of fear

 

Held her head up high

As blindness and pain took hold.

As the cancer claimed her day by day.

She clung on with her very fingernails

Never asking for pity, never complaining.

It took her piece by piece

She fought it inch by inch.

Now gone she leaves behind –

No stone unturned

No love not expressed

No challenge not met.

That my friends is bravery.

It is a choice to stand up and fight

Or lay down and die on diseases terms.

warrior woman

Many live their lives

complaining, avoiding life.

bullying others

seeing only darkness.

She didn’t and I am proud to call her friend.

By Gale A. Molinari

Sharing my views on just about everything that enters my mind. Fasten your seatbelts it is going to be a bumpy ride. I am just a lady of a certain age somewhere between the dinosaurs and stalactites. Musing over lessons learned and sharing those with others. I really am interested in your views on what I write so fire away and thank you for taking the time to check out my blog. https://wordpress.com/stats/galemolinari.wordpress.com this is my poetry blog perhaps you would enjoy that too!!

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