After the Almost-apocalypse

A cancer scare hits hard
and fast, like a roller coaster,
it twists the gut
and leaves the heart feeling

displaced. 

Those terrible days—
the ones that snail by
while your flesh is waiting,
waiting… to learn
if bits of you are rotting inside
(rotting again, in my case)—
those days are soul eaters.

But after
the almost-apocalypse is done,
when the healer chants,
“You’re fine. You are just fine!”,
the world grows bright:
flowers bloom through snow,
flesh and blood and bones relax,
the spirit blossoms

anew.

photo by Evie S. – on Unsplash

- for Poets and Storytellers United (Writers’ Pantry #50: How Do You Take Your Notes?).