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Dreams…

 

 

It’s late and I’m lost in my thoughts once again

Drifting into a mist filled sleep

From the distance I hear my name called

Following but never able to reach

A  familiar voice I’ve heard before that comforts when in need

Yet somehow I forget the face

Oh sleep and dreams the games you play

How cruel to tease and taunt

You offer the hearts most cherished desire

Not wholly but in pieces

Let time mend this heart and soulBefore you have your way

Allow the bittersweet memories to fade

And the silence to be broken

Let me start a new life, yes a new life

Close this chapter for a new journey.

 


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Nothingness…

 

I have been away for a bit, some of you know why, my husband has been battling lung cancer since January. He fought a very brave battle but on July 25 between the hours of  5:30am and 6:45am he took his journey to the next level. I am proud to have been able to help him stay home till the end, comfortable and pain free.  Now for those of us left behind the healing begins….

 

 

 

 

People walking back and forth

carrying on with their daily lives,

 

 

Oblivious to the pain felt by those around them,

the deafening agony of loss

searing into the souls of those left behind.

 

Blind to the ache of loss and feelings of no longer belonging.

Life continues on leaving those behind lost

in the fog of memories and tears.

The roar of heartache slices through the skin

like a sharp knife sparing no one and showing no mercy.

To sit and feel a nothingness

is the only choice left

to get through each day.

 

 


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Go Back…

Are  you still there, deep below the  layers

Physically changes barring your spirit from emerging

Pain spreading through your body like fire

Trickling over healthy muscles and engulfing them

Doctors unsure, questioning their values, morals

Where is the quality of life, where is the comfort

I see nothing but starvation, dehydration and emaciation

Your eyes when I look into them make it all real

The future without you beside me,

I want to go back, I just want to turn around and go back

To see that man again with the strength, purpose in his walk

To feel secure, safe,

Not alone.


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Tired…..

Wearied by this gnawing at my mind,

I am holding onto  memories like treasure.

The chain of disease grows link by link,

Forging ahead, pushing, pulling, still hoping.

Draining the strength from my body,

So tired, battling day after day.

Pulling me into a mire of darkness,

Looking for hope, strength, light.

Fear wrapping its fingers around me,

The cold wet grip that tightens and takes your breath,

Like a snake capturing its prey.

A small spark still lingers, still exists,

In the darkness a light begins to grow.

To believe, to hope, to know,

That there is a chance.

 

 

A note about this poem,

My husband was diagnosed in January 2012 with non small cell lung cancer stage 3.  It has been a tremendous battle so far and what he has endured this far is beyond belief.  He has lost almost 80 pounds, he was not a big man, and can no longer eat or drink.  So this poem is written from his perspective.  To those with cancer, you are my hero.  What you go through is horrendous.  Never mind the disease, the treatments alone are torture and those are supposed to help you get better.   It is a journey not for the weak.

Tia

 

 


You….

Your breath upon my skin

your whisper in my ear

a gentle caress upon my arm

one look from your eyes.

Joy within my soul

love within my world

belonging and acceptance

of who I really am.

Longing to be with you

dreaming of tomorrow

reaching for your hand

knowing you are near.


Within Dreams – (Weekly Challenge)

Sliding down a silvery thread

into a woven web of memories.

Through the maze of shadows

moving closer towards the light.

Loving family long ago lost

gently whispering and calling.

Nearer now the shadows change

forming shapes and figures.

Arms reaching the light brighter

a warm feeling of belonging.

Safe surrounded by a circle of love

when the real world is too much.

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