She lived strong
She lived free
From the fear of fear
Held her head up high
As blindness and pain took hold.
As the cancer claimed her day by day.
She clung on with her very fingernails
Never asking for pity, never complaining.
It took her piece by piece
She fought it inch by inch.
Now gone she leaves behind –
No stone unturned
No love not expressed
No challenge not met.
That my friends is bravery.
It is a choice to stand up and fight
Or lay down and die on diseases terms.
Many live their lives
complaining, avoiding life.
seeing only darkness.
She didn’t and I am proud to call her friend.