Living a fulfilled life

In the quiet corners of a mottled dawn,
Where whispers of resilience are gently born,
There lies a spirit, unyielding and bright,
Embracing each moment, despite the fight.

Beneath the shadows of uncertain skies,
Where fear often lurks and solitude cries,
There blooms a laughter, rich and deep—
Finding joy in the life they choose to keep.

With every sunrise, a canvas anew,
Painted with hues of a brave, bold view.
Each breath a stanza, each day a verse,
In the poem of life, vibrant and diverse.

Cherished memories like jewels they wear,
On the fabric of hearts, woven with care.
Hope is a lighthouse, steadfast and tall,
Guiding through storms, surviving each squall.

They dance in the rain, soak up the sun,
Grateful for each day, each battle won.
Life, though frayed, is a tapestry grand,
Held with grace in a trembling hand.

In laughter and tears, in love’s embrace,
They find strength and a sure, sacred place.
For life is not measured by breaths alone,
But by the love that is given and shown.

So here’s to the lives, shining so bright,
Defying the dark, with inner light—
Cancer may challenge, but can’t confine
The spirit of those who refuse to decline.