There was an expectation of balance
Held between the vows of sickness and health,
An assumption that choice could conquer chance
If illness came to either of our selves.
Fairness was always taken for granted
As each of us lived by the golden rule.
We trusted that life would be even handed
Sparing us both from the tragic and cruel.
Why then and how did the scale come to tip
When all was steady and under control?
How could disease find me so ill equipped
To care for another’s body and soul?
Death’s on my mind and it’s harder to give
Without knowing how long we both shall live.
Adjustment Disorder with Depressed Mood