the color orange, and other things twisted by chronic illness

the future

the future

used to

be 

something

i dreaded.

my future

has a haze

of pain

over it

that might be 

forever.

i didn't think

i could 

hold on

that long.

i couldn't

hold on

forever.

but

then you walked 

into my life.

the haze 

over my future

has not cleared.

but i don't 

dread it

anymore.