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?).
