I ride the wave, it peaks at dawn
Shortness of breath, our swords are drawn
Will it be me? Will it be you?
Are you my friend – is what they say true?
The hour strikes, the time has come
We test each other – it has begun
I am so thankful, there is no doubt
A test of faith with no way out
I taste, I measure, I swallow, I wait
These six big pills will seal my fate
I ride the wave the storm brought in
It is not easy and I MUST win
Not just for me, not just for you
But for us all and the next ones too
How do I feel, how do I live?
I balance carefully so that I give..
My life a chance –
My life a hope –
My self a dream –
I won’t just cope..
I want to dance and sing and fly
I want to dig and plant and try –
To do more today than simply ride
This wave of anxiety, this cancer tide
In my corner I will not stay
For I refuse to live this way –
I ride the wave, it crests and falls
But – what a ride it is!
WOW. Another beautifully written poem. Remember when riding the waves there will be ups and downs for sure. With steady navigation you will get through these waters, my friend.
Thanks, Gwen.
Beautiful….
Power.
Lovely Stacey. Xx
Thanks, Maryann!
surf well my friend…
ha ha ha – I’m trying!
What a creative expression, Stacey – ha ha! You had me at the end there because the poem actually felt like waves, with you rhymes. Then the last line didn’t rhyme. I scratched my head – I figured it out.
It’s because you got off the wave. You did it!
Hope it was too horrible swallowing those big suckers.
Are the pills to be swallowed whole? How big is big? Six little pills would stump me, let alone six big ones!