This Poem was Submitted By: Gary A Wilmot On Date: 2003-06-10 11:27:18 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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I could see the sincerity in the Doc’s eyes burdened by bad news “positive...carcinoma...lungs...lymph nodes...” the words hung in the air like visions in a surreal dream I had been dropped 20 feet  onto cold, hard  reality Shock Suddenly Numb Words echoed in  the sterile air Tears filled her eyes I forced my own torrent back as we squeezed hands  in desperation I wanted to run, to flee reality, to wallow in denial I wanted to close my eyes and awaken from a bad dream... I could feel the beast burning deep inside, feeding off my lifeblood Old habits, abuse of body and spirit, or just a cruel twist of fate, given bastard birth  to the ravaging leech inside I WILL take a deep breath I WILL tolerate the pain I WILL gather strength and fight the lecherous beast I will not "go gentle into that good night" I will feel the loving spirits of those around me I will arm myself with the undeniable, unconditional love and rage against the threatening blaze of tainted cells I WILL LIVE

Copyright © June 2003 Gary A Wilmot


This Poem was Critiqued By: Andrea M. Taylor On Date: 2003-08-22 09:54:17
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Gary, First let me thank you for taking the time to respond on the forum. It was most appreciated. I did not expect you to reply as I was aware of your situation. This makes your response even more valuable to me. Your poem rings true. My brother-in-law of twenty-six years is doing this battle as well. I do appreciate the fatique you are feeling. The descriptions of the leech are so so effective. My brother is a Hodgkin's survivor...he used meditation along with the treatment. He would imagine the "beast" and mentally shrink it. He said sometimes he could actually sense it fighting back. He would fight it again and again. This is such a personal assault from an unseen preditor. My prayers are stepping upon your battlefield. They are armed with faith. The mountains will move and crumble so we can meet this enemy on an equal plain...the unseen power of God. I can't thank you enough for your kindness. Andrea


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