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Hello, I've had the scan, waiting for results. It's getting increasingly more real now. I seem to be planning and considering my life around having cancer again, when a short while ago I was planning it around all sorts of other concerns. I'm very aware of wanting to avoid uneccessary stress as I sense that it helps the cancer to grow. Does anyone else feel that way? The things I was fretting about before seem to be resolving themselves regardless of whether I'm worrying or not.
This latest clash with cancer has lifted me out of the mundane again. I'm more familiar with being in this state than the first time, so it's not as scary, but I feel that I have something more to learn from it.
This is a poem I wrote a few months ago. I've never published a poem on the web before so please be kind or I will take it off and revert to being a closet poet again.
Dark
Angels shine a light
No mortal eye can see
Through the blackest pitch of night
They took good care of me
And revealed a path less steep
Than the one I’d thought to tread
As they led me through my sleep
Along a silver thread
Of ancient whispered wisdom
I’d heard some place before
Like a long forgotten kingdom
Beside a golden shore
And I fought to get away
As any mortal would
From their strange and creepy ways
Just as far and fast as I could
Which wasn’t very far or fast
As I’d no place left to go
Until I took a chance - at last
And let their passion flow
Into a heart that felt so torn
Then came a softer feeling
I felt my Soul - all battered and worn
Be-touched by the warmth of healing
A sceptic and belligerent
It was hard for me to be
Compliant and accepting
Of what I could not see
But they stayed as close as I allowed
And suffered my aversion
To finding myself the victim of
A Spiritual conversion
And taught me very patiently
All that I needed to know
To find my way - back to the light
And to have another go
At living day to day
In a world that cannot see
Within the darkness of it’s soul
A blessed ironyDark
Angels shine a light
No mortal eye can see
Through the blackest pitch of night
They took good care of me
And revealed a path less steep
Than the one I’d thought to tread
As they led me through my sleep
Along a silver thread
Of ancient whispered wisdom
I’d heard some place before
Like a long forgotten kingdom
Beside a golden shore
And I fought to get away
As any mortal would
From their strange and creepy ways
Just as far and fast as I could
Which wasn’t very far or fast
As I’d no place left to go
Until I took a chance - at last
And let their passion flow
Into a heart that felt so torn
Then came a softer feeling
I felt my Soul - all battered and worn
Be-touched by the warmth of healing
A sceptic and belligerent
It was hard for me to be
Compliant and accepting
Of what I could not see
But they stayed as close as I allowed
And suffered my aversion
To finding myself the victim of
A Spiritual conversion
And taught me very patiently
All that I needed to know
To find my way - back to the light
And to have another go
At living day to day
In a world that cannot see
Within the darkness of it’s soul
A blessed ironyDark
Lots of love. xxxxxx
Comments
WONDERFUL POEM!!
JulierRae