Cancer Drains, Love Remains
©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.
Cancer touches most of our lives, either personally or tangentially. I am currently fighting cancer myself and have written more than a few cancer poems lately. With that in mind, I’ve created a new category. No doubt I will add to my cancer poems collection as my treatment continues. I hope some or all of this poetry might be useful to others who are either walking the same road themselves or accompanying a loved one along the way. It is not an easy journey, and my heart is sending love and healing blessings to every one of us.
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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.
It’s good, sometimes, to recognize
your fear and give it space,
to realize what’s eating you
so you can give it grace –
to walk into the jungle’s lair
with eyes wide open, knowing
that crocs and cobras watch and wait,
while jaguar eyes are glowing.
come on, let’s kick it
feel the beat
swing those arms, bruh
groove them feet
The vertical blinds dissect
bright, broken patches of blue sky
and flowering trees of
verdant green,
color of life.

From now on
when I think of chemo
I will think of you