HIV Awareness
I know that soon,
will come my last breath.
I find it a privilege,
To grieve my own death.
I think about how
the infection spreads…
as all of my memories,
painfully unthread.
Nothing else now,
seems like much of a threat.
Not fully alive,
but still not dead yet.
While in denial,
I tried to escape.
The only answer I had
Is "I have made a mistake."
Trying to grab a hold of time,
This process takes so long.
Dear Death,
I’ve feared you all along.
