the dust dances too

cancer.

where did you come from?

what hell were you conceived in?

the power to devour,

why did you receive it?

oh, you can take our body,

our bodies are fleeting,

but life will keep living,

lungs will keep breathing,

and the hearts that have beaten

will continue their beating.

death is just an end,

and we are all near it,

so take what you will,

but you can’t take our spirit.

take what you will,

but you can’t take our spirit.

(Source: thedustdancestoo)

Posted 7 months ago with 79 notes
Tags: poetry  words  spilled ink  cancer  angry  faith  death  hope  
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