Is this what it is to fall?
I find I am not good enough, strong enough
I disappoint, I am a burden to kind teachers
Yet what right do I have to tell you of pain?
Your new life, a kidney, is promised and lost
Your leg with weeping ulcers cut to the bone
Your bones riddled with metastases
How selfish I have been
to even for a moment think of my needs before yours
I see now I know nothing
