A mind turns inward,
prepares for battle,
killer cells to overcome.
Imagines armies, swords a rattle,
endorphins march and overrun.
Focus all the healing rays
aim them at the enemy,
strike with all the force, amaze
the bodies simple frailty.
Stay calm, be still.
Stay strong and fill
the heart with determination.
Beat the drum,
overcome
the carcinogenic infiltration.
©
copyright
2003
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | October 22, 2008 - 09:59
A brave poem, dear Val and I can identify one hundred percent, as you well know. I used to feel exactly the same way and in fact wrote to a poem, as yet never published, at the start of the new millenium using the same kind of battle imagery. Because,purely and simply, that is what it is.
Much love,
Tina x
Bradene | October 22, 2008 - 10:16
Thanks Tina, if anyone understands it must be you, We were lucky in as much as once the operation was over it told us the cancer hadn't spread, but it has left her ill in other ways and life though sweet is somewhat difficult for her. Val x