These memories keep haunting me taunting me. I need to be set free. Who is thee that calls upon me? Those that guide me with each and every stride, I bide my time. In echoes of forgotten things, I feel you here in silent ways. Within the tears upon my face, reminding me you're never lost. You call to me when days are long, a whispering wind, a steady song, to carry on and not despair; for even gone, you're still here. I hear your voice within the rain, within my loss, within my pain. Though I cannot see your face, I feel you in every place.

She wrote late, compelled by the shadows of the previous day. There was so much she had not said. She was wandering into the last days of her former self, her mind clearing through the haze of thoughts that carried their old pain. Those who came before left their imprints once more. She had pushed them away, yet she knew they would stay. They kept playing in her head, echoing softly even as she slept. They will never be forgotten, but they will not hold place in this next chapter. She will no longer chase the memories once dear. She will not fear their presence as she steps quietly into this new race.

Cancer is You Cancer is Me Cancer Clings To every Fibre of My being Cancer is Not Who I am Cancer Was A part Of my life. I am A survivor I am Not Alone I carry With me The souls Gone too soon. They are My reason To keep Going in Each New Season