My mom’s eyes glisten as she spoke to me;
“The doctor says I’m ninety percent healthy,
But there’s a ten percent chance it’s cancerous.”

I’ve heard hope is a dangerous thing,
But faith is almost as deadly when it’s combined with cancer,
What if it IS cancerous and it grows and spreads through your body along with faith?
Only for Him to let you down?
It overtakes your soul,
As you pray even more each and everyday
As the cancer grows you grasp even tighter to your God,
Thinking He will perform a miracle,
What if He doesn’t?
I always find faith in people,
I have faith in my mother,
I know she’s going to be fine,
After all 90% beats 10%,
Right?

Filled with insomnia

And humidity suffocating juvenile lungs,

Four am honest words,

Heavy eyelids

Fighting against sleep

Only waiting for a reply,

But why?

If you only remember me during summer nights