Once it is done and dusted
All fixed, all busted.
Sufferers become ‘Survivors’
Albeit bruised and battered, a touch rusted!
They begin a journey afresh,
A reinvention, a rebirth, a rush,
Outlooks, attitudes, purposes, readjust!
Mine though isn’t a war won,
‘Tis a battle on…
A twisted ‘present’…continuous,
A perennially prickly thorn…acrimonious,
An everyday…momentous.
The first to deplete… courage,
The second… faith,
Third… hope.
A lengthy grocery-store bill’s worth
Adjectives I knew for positivity and strength,
Seem spent,
Banished, far away, sent,
Hows, whys and whens,
Questions ALONE,
An unrelenting stench.
Pause. Deep breath. Lament.
It happened. It will therefore end.
One way or other,
Enemy or Ally,
Friend or Foe,
Black or White,
Dark or Glow,
Him or I.
Time, shall I invest you in my sorrow?
Shall I bury you in my grief?
Shall I consume you in my wasteful feast?
Life awaits as life passes me by,
My mother looks worried, doesn’t say why,
My wife hides her anguish, her tears run…but dry,
My child reaches out, even touches…but is now shy!!!
Shall I choose cancer? Or shall I choose a lie???
CANsur-viving…
Poem: Living With Cancer!
