Scribblings Of A Dramatic Introvert

These embers upon my skin scorch. As I raise my eyes to the distant clouds, Watching the sun tip into the ranging depth, Taking every fragment of my life alongside. I recall his face perfectly from noon today; He’d worn a stoic smile, And asked me to breathe. “Just take slow deep breaths.” He’d so calmly said. And following his cue I did just that, What were the odds? The worse off chance was that I was wrong, But I never was. I have always survived. I survived an absent father, Who all but hated me, For being the product of a loveless affair, With a psychotic promiscuous lady, Who my luckless childhood had to term mother. But I survived, didn’t I? So why would this man with a lisp scare me to death? My trembling hands held gingerly onto this hope; One that crashed when he read out my file. Shattering my shimmering future before my eyes. As he uttered those three words, Sucking the life out of me in a slow whiff. “You have cancer.” It was my lungs af...