©2025 Susan Noyes Anderson

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2025 is here, the new year
looking less than bright.
A dark path looms before my eyes;
my heart is longing for more light.

©2024 Susan Noyes Anderson

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Courage comes more easily,
when you still have a choice.
How can you show up brave if
you don’t even have a voice?

©2024 Susan Noyes Anderson

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Is everyone here filled with dread,
or am I the exception?
These people seem too tranquil for
Oncology reception.

©2024 Susan Noyes Anderson

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I woke up with one thought today,
one bracing bit of spirit wealth:
In life, there is no gift more sweet
than the freedom to be yourself.

©2024 Susan Noyes Anderson

My hair is falling down like rain –
disaster in the making.
These wisps and tendrils, once admired,
are borderline law-breaking.

©2024 Susan Noyes Anderson

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We build ourselves just like a house
in this sojourn on earth.
Creatively, we’ve got the skills –
a blessing of our birth.
I’m doing some restructuring
I thought I’d done already.
And yet this house, however loved,
is holding less than steady.

©2024 Susan Noyes Anderson

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A quiet room, a sterile room,
cold womb for the unwilling.
I sat there feeling quite alone,
my cup of sorrow filling.

©2019 Susan Noyes Anderson

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What does Christmas mean to me?
A mother in a manger bed,
a holy infant’s cradled head,
the shepherds and the wise men led.
That’s what Christmas means.