Stand With Me Poem by Tamara Turner

Even laying by the seashore I have this long long list
I'm not ready to let go of
What can I say? I'm still livid, I'm still pissed.
Did you really meant what you said when you hinted I didn't want to survive.
Do you really think I am ready to just give up and take my swan dive?
Was my mind playing tricks on me or were projecting your own personal feelings on me?
I thought you had my back and you cared about me more than that.
It appears your obsession with death overrode your compassion for me.
I know we fight I know we disagree, but I need is for you to be there for me.
I'm fighting for my life here I need to be around people who gets that.
This year has taught me my limitations on what to tolerate and what to not tolerate.
I cannot relate to where you are now I feel like you expect me to be someone else.
Its really bringing me down.
The more transparent I am the more distant you become.
I'm typing this poem to you because honestly I dont know what else I could do.
I just had surgery this last saturday for my chemo port.
I have been trying to be up in spirits and to be a good sport.
I'm alone on most days and people like to distance themselves.
Thank god I have the support of my family, church family and friends.
That way if I dont make it to the end I'll know that im not alone.
So are you going to stand with me are you going to be my friend?