I
Hate
Cancer.
Its hand creep and crawl
like warped vines.
Its touch tarnishes and taints
like nails on a chalkboard.
Vile like stomach bile,
Its hold on another one
of those I love.
Is there anything
it won’t take?
Cancer’s game is destruction.
Barbed wire around organs
constricted and stabbed
for working.
Lungs riddled with it.
Every breath a growing burn.
I yearn to ease his pain
and pray peace
finds him in sleep.
Love is boundless.
It warms all hearts
Despite size
Despite colour
Despite gender.
Love is infectious.
It makes its home
Despite health
Despite religion
Despite career.
Love is triumphant.
It sounds its horn
Despite trauma
Despite insecurity
Despite hate.
Love is a cure.
Best spread on Hope’s wings
to Everyone
Despite differences.
{Below awaits my attempt at the Quatern style poem. Hope you enjoy!)
Stand tall despite the fear and hate
And drop their sharp blades from your hands
Pick up the pen, and write again
Fill the pages with scrolling lines
Work with the light of day and night
Stand tall despite the fear and hate
Quiet the doubts swirling inside
Break free the bars that cage your might
Your tale needs telling, use your voice
Others will listen, given the choice
Stand tall despite the fear and hate
Use it to fuel your writing craze
It is a daunting task you’ve set
One many will never have met
Success awaits the effort, and
Stand tall despite the fear and hate
Yesterday was an off day for me. I woke up feeling drained, and with a headache (for the fourth day in a row)! I had an appointment that threw off my day, and the freezing cold we have here right now wouldn’t let me bounce back.
Our house apparently needs new seals or something, because our windows have ice on the inside around the edges, and our back door has it gathering at its base. It might just be the fact that for the past couple days its been -35 degree C, or that our house hates us. (It is a running theme of something new every couple of months creating a new problem).
Yeah, yeah, it’s winter, and I love winter, but it is kicking my ass right now or so it feels. At least I haven’t had to shovel since Monday which has been nice.
Since yesterday was a bad day, I didn’t get any writing done at all. No blog post here or editing of my book. I have another appointment today that wrecks my day, but I’m hoping to get SOMETHING done.
I usually clean my house Fridays, top to bottom and every nook and cranny, but I might wait til Andrew gets home. We’ll do it after errands (fingers crossed), but who knows?
Anyways, yesterday’s word count was zero, and Wednesday’s word count was 1,095. Today, I’m honestly hoping to get a sentence out of myself. I tried to the other day, but nothing was coming to me.
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