Chemo Day

 The lake outside my corner room

shimmers in the morning sun.

Rays of hope, they seek their way,

piercing through the naked glass.

Glistening drops of liquid drug

pause, then down the tubing flow.

Rush of warmth around my neck,

Flush, a tingle, soon I lapse

through misty shafts of time gone by.

Listless brittle falling hair,

Sore and flaky, dry, cracked lips,

No spit to smooth my peeling palms,

Or lift those achy arms and hips.

Stay positive, my doctor said,

Chemo’s old, take a pill instead.

Thrilled I was to move ahead,

Not so fast, my head it said.

Wrapping pressure, fluffy clouds

Circling softly around my ears,

Blurry eyes, listless stare

Vexing, stippled rash that spread

Stay positive, my doctor said.

An extra pill, then close my eyes

With care I tread, a foggy path

through rocky cliffs.

My team I trust, they cheer each step

Up or down the cryptic vale,

Words like cure I’d love to hear,

The doctor, tense like helpless deer

Trapped in poison nettle vines

Sighs and says, I’m not divine

Months, perhaps another year.

No magic orb I have my dear,

Stay positive, my doctor said.

My spirit, tenacious, gracefully glides

On the rink of hope, fear subsides.

Straddling life and afterlife,

Peaceful now, let go all strife.

P.S: A poem I wrote a while back.