As a cancer survivor I’ve struggled with the fact that I survived yet others who I have known and battled cancer did not. Although I’m very grateful to be alive I’ve thought to myself, “why did I survive and not them?” This poem is in honor of those who bravely fought cancer and have passed on.
I Am Here and You Are Not
I am here, and you are not.
With scars and wounds,
From the battle fought.
Why you not me, I often ask,
For me the Lord Almighty, must have a different task.
You were so good, and pure and kind,
Qualities within myself, I look to find.
You fought so bravely, and inspired me.
Your memory will remain, for eternity.
You showed me the way, to win at life.
From now on, I’ll limit anger and petty strifes.
Each day I rise with the suns warm glow,
From your example, I learn and grow.
A better person, I aim to be.
To lift and comfort others, that remain with me.
You do live on, in those you loved
I know you’re now, with God above.
Thank you, for what you’ve given me.
You’re in our hearts, for all to see.
Until the day we meet again,
On that great day, we all shall win.
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This email came at a time when my friend who lost her battle to cancer. It helps bit and brings together a few pieces of my shattered heart.
Thank you so much ryan.
This is beautiful and so true. Hugs to you Sam.
Thank you! I’m glad this was able to bring some sense of comfort.
I love this, thank you. My son was not a survivor, but he tried so hard—and this warms my heart.
Thank you and I’m sorry for your loss.
Philippians 4: 12-13 I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation . . . . I can do everything through him who gives me strength.
You nailed it Ryan.
It’s hard to be happy for ourselves when we know others have struggled and lost the battle. I love how you were able to put all those emotions into a poem. Through our battles we are able to find purpose in God. He gives life with a purpose and we are so blessed to have found it.
Thanks for sharing!
Thanks Karen. I appreciate your kind words.