Firefly

Come closer, little firefly...

I have waited many years for you.

Trilling frogs play the melody to 

your dance against the still, dark woods.

The wafting grassy scent and wood underneath 

my feet will bring me back to you someday.

A smile spreads across my face recalling  

perfectly tart lavender lemonade.

Thank you for lighting my path.

SLEEP

THOUGHTS RACE THROUGH MY HEAD,

SYNAPSES OF MEMORY TELLING ME WHAT TO DO, SAY, THINK.

WILL I EVER GET TO SLEEP?

Dying


Is death the end of everything,

Or a new beginning?

An unfortunate eventuality,

A timeless reality;

Met with fear or acceptance,

The warrior has ne'er a chance,

To gain the upper hand.

Friends pass without a proper farewell,

Perchance I had a moment to tell,

What shall I say?

"You will always be with me after you have gone away."

Words do not bring comfort or peace,

For a pain that will never cease.

TRAGEDY SURROUNDS ME

CALM BEFORE THE STORM



Moonlight reflects off the still lake and dances like twinkling lights as waves roll in and out with ease.

The clear dark sky shines with the light of too many stars to count on this night so uncharacteristically warm for January.

Around midnight everything will change, bringing howling winds and blustery mounds of deep snow.

Oh, how I treasure this calm before the storm!

N.E.D.

NO EVIDENCE OF DISEASE . . .
I am N.E.D., they say. . .
No evidence of disease?
I am missing organs.
I have scars all over my body.
I have ingested the legal form of marijuana.
I can't get pregnant.
I am in menopause.
I tire easily.
I have chemobrain.
I have an unbreakable bond
with 1,000s of people I have
never even met.
I truly understand the meaning of the phrase Livestrong.
My scars, both physical

and emotional, are permanent.

There is abnormal evidence of disease . . .

Starting Over

Five years ago, I had my ...

first hairstyle.

first date.

first apartment.

first job.

Even though five years have gone by,

I am starting over, over and over again.

SECOND TIME AROUND

All alone in the tumult of the ocean,

Thought love was an impossible notion;

Never had much luck,

Thought I would always and forever be stuck.

Found a vision, seemed like the fairytale,

Never could've guessed we were star-crossed lovers, set to fail.

Back out on my own, second time around,

So much more anguish this time I've found;

Being tangled in the seaweed makes the journey take longer,

Trying to keep the faith alive that I will come out stronger;

Won't repeat mistakes of the past,

Pray the second time around will be my last.