Change

I was born with a perfect body
It’s through my own fault she is poisoned
doomed now to decay beyond the natural
course of this life we set out on.
My body is now a host.
An incubator of more than just my one mind.
Her burden increased
is my sorrowful regret.
And not being able to separate mind from
body, this disease is now part of me.
I will die unrecognizable
as the purer soul who
entered this world so long ago.
To ask why is to curse our fate but the
question is begging
so on my knees
I cry
Would the sun not shine on me again?
It’s more than a shadow. To the death I change

2002