S**t stinks and floats.. mylife.

Around and around in circles

we go.

Never ending dance of

fear, dread and uncertainty.

Losing hope, losing faith

wanting to give up.

And call it quits.

Yes, I am blunt and speak the truth.

And say things,

as they are.

And a lot of people might not like

my ways of direct raw honesty.

As they just can't handle it.

Each to their own. I say.

I am not into fancy long-winded words.

That leaves me actually guessing.

what the hell, did I just read.

To even get a slight glimpse of

what that person was

talking about.

with such a flowery flowing

a tongue of text written down.

I am a simple person,

with simple needs.

And love and adore my hubby.

But sadly he is scared to death

of suffering and dying of Cancer.

And to me. I need to express my

own fears and needs to.

Or else I go under just like him.

No one else is supporting him

or even giving a dam.

So my poetry and stories.

Are my way of coping for me.

If I fade and disappear so will he too

.

As he has no one else to help

or support or look after him.

That really cares at all like me.

As his family don't care.

Phone them before. And

basically. Okay..fair enough. bye.

So my bluntness and directness

are because I have nowhere

else to let loose.

As life really is a b***h and then you die.

But trying to help save and support someone

with cancer is not an easy fate to do.

When you have no one else yourself

to turn to for a cuddle or even a chat.

No family or even friends.

You try that one and see how you cope

and how it changes you?