A wet line stained my face where a teardrop had fallen. A tissue could not catchall the tears that had fallen for my heart was sad I wept for the life I had for the life I missed the life I could never have back. I was told be strong it will end soon your life will be back, but those words held no comfort for what I had lost was never retrieveable the scars would hold for many years. The time lost is so precious for no one can turn back the hands of time nor return what was lost. You ask what did I lose that was so dear? I lost a part of myself the scars in time will be there as a reminder but will heal. The strain on the pocketbook was devastating but the most dear thing of all was the loss of friendships that were strained by the sickness that overtook my body. The friendships that were thought that would never falter did falter as time went by the distance gained and that
my friend is the part of me that was taken, yes in time the body will heal but the heart once
scarred will always be scarred.
Lady Sil