How do you douse 20 years of pain
that falls like sheets of pouring rain?
with a needle, a pill
or a strong stubborn will?
How do you face unfaceable fear?
the adversary today certainly not clear
A shotgun, a dagger
an act, a feigned swagger?
How do you battle multiple growths of Cancer?
For so many I wish I held the answer
strong arms a bucket for the tears
truck load of warm loving prayers
To you who suffer there is no plan but there is in fact a place to turn.
I’ve heard there were no atheists in the foxhole.
I assure you there are few who don’t seek the strong arms of a God in a Cancer ward.
As I write this, I am packing to go to a cancer hospital to find out where my cancer is at.
( I do believe in miracles; I have experienced way too many to not believe in victory.)
When I face fear I get rather cold and distant – if any of you have felt this from me please don’t take it personally.
I guess this would constitute as a gray poem not dark
Happy One Shot to all and thanks to each for their contribution.
Thanks for the photo of this grafitti piece: http://www.flickr.com/photos/wilderdom/266650346/