JOURNEY

(part 1) I treasure you more than all the world, Our bond was formed from very early day. But now, another face has my soul allay. And I can't keep just a single day absent. Yes, Mom, even one day feels long to bear, If measured by the swift hand of the clock, Then seconds count, and moments will flock, Remember that: the boy must leave his kin. But I am not leaving you, dear Mom, I'm only doing what I must to win. Not just a game, but win my heart’s own spin, A victory I desire beneath these emotions. My contenders seem much more strong than I, Yet in my soul, I know I hold some worth. To her, I am enough, consider no rebirth, And I will fall for that, and hold it close. But nights are sleepless, dark and full of thought, A new diagnosis—can you guess its grounds? No tests or medicine all are hounds, It’s just what I desire, and what I fear.