
Cancer
that awful scourge
people gasping
in pain
there it was
a stream
smallest trickle
of hope
for some it offered healing
an Oasis
peaceful breeze
flowed into our beings
we waited not for death
but life
This minimalistic poem is about a real place (a hospital called Oasis) where I daily saw death and moment by moment saw renewal of life and spirit.
This poem in response to the Dpchallenge – Oasis
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It saddens me immensely when I read about your oasis, may God Almighty always keep you happy and well is my prayer.
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Our hope grows as we become more successful in treating cancer.
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