The fight

With courage and strength we fight the good fight,
all day, everyday, through day into night.

Our battles are lonely, confusing and trying,
all the time we're determined not to think about dying.

But we fight the good fight, and we know we can win,
for our will to survive really does lie within.

We hold our heads high and we live for today,
we always are trying to keep our illnesses at bay.

Through good times and bad, we keep our futures in sight,
for we will not give up, we fight the good fight.



Dark, it's dark.
The light runs away from me.

Not alone, but lonely.
Scared. Anticipating.

However, a bleak light shines through, 
making it past the cold wall that surrounds me.

Sad, but hopeful, 
for the light that shines through 
renews my faith in something.

As long as there is something, I have hope.


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Joan Fleitas, Ed.D., R.N.
Associate Professor of Nursing
Lehman College, CUNY

Bronx, New York 10468

Written: February 2, 2003
Last updated: June 12, 2007