Invasion
Most unwelcoming
Causing un-pleasurably dimples and lumped tissue
Therapy often kills the spirit
Yet the soul and appreciation for life,
Strengthens the heart
Tomorrow seems so un-promised
Too often than none,
Worry turns to grief,
Without notice
Regardless to its stage or type
It’s an unwelcome guest
No one gives an invitation,
No one applies
Yet it plants its seed and spreads;
Erupting life
Constantly knocking at mothers, sisters, wives and friends doors
Tearful eyes cope,
As grief eats away
Chipping, striping, children and love-ones of hope,
For those who suffer
A battle,
Requiring the world to win
Those left behind
Continue to march forward
Walking for hope
Side-by-side,
Hand in hand
Racing to save lives
Written By Dawn M. Dean
Published: The Paths of Life, Through the Eyes of Dawn
All Rights Reserved by Dawn M. Dean