I want
my life
to be more
than hospitals
and doctors
and nurses
and chemo drips
followed by
antibiotic drips
Outside it is Spring
Inside I monitor
my body
for signs
for omens
for the rustle
of black raven’s wings
for deadly infections
Two days ago
the Moon was heavy
and full
fertile with longing
and need
Tonight
as we walk
exhausted
and empty
out of the
hospital
into
the cold
night air
the moon
is golden
and growing
smaller
I am
overcome
with quiet
bleak
empty
car parks
until a gull
screeches
forlornly
at the Moon
Without thinking
I search
the black skies
for signs
and I shiver
with the cold
shut my eyes
against
too many
tomorrows
against
not enough
tomorrows
and dream
of the feel
of hot sun
on pale skin
It is Spring
outside
I must
remember
that
Day 2 of GloPoWriMo/NaPoWriMo
2 April 2018
Sussex Coast, England
Day 2 of 30 poem almost didn’t happen. I spent the day in the hospital with septicaemia (one of the joys of Chemotherapy) and intravenous antibiotics.
Heartbreaking and hopeful all mixed together. It’s clear this is written from the heart and it’s very good. (((Hugs)))
Thank you so much. Such a lovely comment. It means a lot coming from you. I’m a bit of a fan 🙂
Aw, shucks. 😆
But you did it! You did it good. ❤
Aw, thank you. I didn’t think I was going to make it. I considered writing a three line “throw away” just so I could say I did it but when I started to write, it turned out I had quite a lot of emotion bubbling away under the surface. Thank you again. ❤️