Days!

Days…
Made up of
Scans & scars
Nights…
A big bottle of
Pain, left ajar
Mornings…
A spoon full of
Sugar
A field-full of sour

Grasping at straws
Gasping for air
Inching toward the light
Cautiously, I dare…

Away, Alive!

Living With Cancer…

Once it is done and dusted
All fixed, all busted
Sufferers become ‘Survivors’
Albeit bruised & 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 & 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……..