"A̾c̾c̾e̾p̾t̾i̾n̾g̾ T̾h̾e̾ I̾l̾l̾n̾e̾s̾s̾" A sad poem
           "A̾c̾c̾e̾p̾t̾i̾n̾g̾  T̾h̾e̾  I̾l̾l̾n̾e̾s̾s̾" 

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leosheStories that last - Amateur Writer
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A poem with a deeper meaning about illness, life choices and what truly matters. I included the meaning at the end 🔥

"A̾c̾c̾e̾p̾t̾i̾n̾g̾ T̾h̾e̾ I̾l̾l̾n̾e̾s̾s̾" A sad poem

As the fire filled my blackened lungs

and I knew that my time had finally come,

I gazed to the skies at the falling sun

And thought to myself how my life was fun

Years of crying over something dumb

I wish I could gather those tears my heart had spun

Maybe then my time here now, wouldn't be done

Now all I can do is lift up this gun

And smile because I've had a pretty good run. 

This is a poem I wrote that is about accepting an illness that has taken you, and looking back at your life. Often times when we look back all the tiny things that used to cause us a great deal of anxiety or pain, we realize they weren't a big deal or that they didn't really matter at all. Focus on what is really important to you, and hold onto that. You never know when you or a loved one will grow their pair of wings.

The Illness: The fire It's manifestation: The blackened lungs The acceptance: The gun Nearing death: The falling sun Different life choices: The tears

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