Spreading, engulfing my thoughts
Metastasized to every organ, this thing is a part of me.
A disease without a cure, an addiction with no 12-step program,
A joyous imprisonment.
Love and hatred, peace and lunacy, from the depths or pain to the heights of happiness.
Uncontrollable and amazing, This is my affliction and my vaccination.
There is no drug that can give me immunity to it's hold, there is no pain it cannot deter.
My mind runs circles daily, as it stretches its fingers and takes my attention.
And though the world tries to force me into chemo, I won't do it.
I have cancer of the imagination, and I can't thank God enough.