In the jam jar I sit & wait
For the all clear, word of fate
Don't know how I stand or sit or weep
Only that my heart continues to beat

The reassurance means nothing
the hardest part is the waitin
this blood so presious & bright
Could b my undoing for life

Under this cursed illness, waits
2 kill my ambition, my life oh fate
facing this time, the presure
lookin for a better space

The space is within and nothing is as serious as you think.

Nice writing, wherever it comes from.