I’ve met this disease

But it never followed me home
It used to give me personal space
And take my anxiety as a loan
Now it stands heavy on my shoulder
Weighing me down like a
Chemotherapy boulder 
Pestering me like a spoiled child
Wondering why the KRAS is wild
Who can we blame for this pain
This marital strain
The feeling I may be going insane
 
I’m stuck beneath the ice
My dreams on hold
Slow growing mold
I dread to feel the cold
Of a hand long past gripping
My heart starts skipping
Picturing your eyes dripping 
Hearing the way your voice broke
As you said, “I hate my life”
And I walked into your strife 
No longer knowing your safe spaces
Or how to be your wife