Your pain you wear
like a badge of courage,
displayed with honor
for all who care to see.
Emotions raw,
anger rising to the surface.
You were wronged
by the one you loved,
and it broke you,
leaving you lagging behind
miles into the race.
And yet,
you carry on,
mending,
blending,
transcending yourself.
Letting the hole in
your soul fill
with a community
of friends who can
accept the hand
you were dealt.
It's not easy
waking up each morning
wondering if
today is the day
when your body
starts sending messages
of warning.
Knowing now
each new day
you are given,
should be
joyously received
and the past
forgotten.
To rejoice in
a new life
conceived.
Jupiterjane
I wrote this poem for my friend John, whose Partner exposed him to Aids 12 years. When John became infected his Partner left and John was lost, devastated, and afraid. It's now 12 years later and John is letting go! It's all cake from now on, My Friend.