At first the enemy struck and I felt weak, Pointed needles stung, future bleak, A shroud of grey draped hairless skin, Hiding fear and loneliness deep within, Dreary clouds roamed darkened skies, As icy winds burned tearful eyes, Then slowly...Heavenly Light appeared, In golden beams that quelled my fears, Thoughts of losing summoned strength, To battle back and not relent, I have now found peace inside the war, Therein lies my victory roar, Emerging from my trench to brave the slant, Prognosis seems irrelevant.
Thanks Redex, I'm in remission, and still in fighting mode. No worries..........Mick.
Odette67Penrith, Cumbria, England UKMar 3, 2014
Hiding fear and loneliness deep within, Dreary clouds roamed darkened skies, As icy winds burned tearful eyes,
Dearest Mizzy, I find it so hard to find the words to comment on this most poignant poem, having just got to know you a little here on Poets corner, all I will say is, I wish you good health and happiness for the future.
Hi Mizzy, sorry to hear about the cancer but its good to hear your fighting the fight. Having had testicular cancer in my late twenties, I know what your going through. I couldn't get the chemo due to the way my brain is, they didn't want to cause anymore damage.I was never afraid, like yourself I just kept fighting. My prognosis, It will probably come back in later years, from 50 on. Like I say, in my 50's now and just take each day as it comes. I'm doing good considering they didn't think I'd survive to begin with. Take each day as it comes and each day that comes is a blessing. Have a good day. Catch you later. Your Friend always....MIKE.
Angel04gympie, Queensland AustraliaMar 4, 2014
Oh my goodness Mick, you have written that in the most amazingly beautiful way, those words touch deep and can be felt with such emotion, you paint a picture easy to read, such strength and fight, I love it
Hi Mike, thanks for your kind comment, I wrote this in '02 when it arrived, In all it returned four times,, and just when it seemed I was written off..... It decided to give me a break in '07. What can I say.......I live on. Out of it poetry was born so for that I'm grateful............Best wishes..Mick.
Hi, Mizzy4, The poet's poem gives voice to the Big C Battle. far too many people have to face. Thoughts of losing summoned strength, To battle back and not relent… It's good when one can whittle the Big C... down to size, Emerging from my trench to brave the slant... Well done! Thanks for sharing.
Mick my friend, what a fight we have to put up with just to find out how sweet victory is. We are lucky my friend. Still my cousin who is 47 years old and beautiful inside and out is going after six months of pancreatic cancer. Similar with Steve Job. So you and I my friend are the Lucky ones.
"Emerging from my trench to brave the slant, Prognosis seems irrelevant."
No one else could have describe this situation like you have. You have written this with so much depth; very beautiful piece. Somehow I had that feeling you might have battled or battling something...my intuition has scared me many times in my life before...though it seems to have dulled now as I get older, it's still there. I am touched and I would say I'm sorry my friend but I'd rather say "good on you" for not giving in. You are an inspiration and a proof that these modern day killers can be subdued! Thank you so very much for sharing this piece of your life with us, I am humbled.
Thanks so much Orientalkoru for your Inspiring comment. I'm glad you didn't say the word "sorry" because I don't have any self pity ...I think I lost it in battle. Cheers..........Mick.
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Ken
Now it looks better.
Appreciated !
and still in fighting mode.
No worries..........Mick.
Dreary clouds roamed darkened skies,
As icy winds burned tearful eyes,
Dearest Mizzy,
I find it so hard to find the words to comment on this most poignant poem, having just got to know you a little here on Poets corner, all I will say is, I wish you good health and happiness for the future.
than Chemo ......so you don't have to
say anything else. I'm good at present.
A very inspiring read...
Thank you so much for sharing your wonderful thoughts
Martina xxx
poetry........guaranteed cure !
Mick.
Who loves you Mick!
Robert
Angie
I wrote this in '02 when it arrived,
In all it returned four times,, and just
when it seemed I was written off.....
It decided to give me a break in '07.
What can I say.......I live on.
Out of it poetry was born so for that
I'm grateful............Best wishes..Mick.
inspiring comment...........Mick.
Regards..........Mick.
The poet's poem gives voice to the Big C Battle. far too many people have to face. Thoughts of losing summoned strength, To battle back and not relent… It's good when one can whittle the Big C... down to size, Emerging from my trench to brave the slant... Well done! Thanks for sharing.
much appreciated gnj .........
Regards.........Mick.
So you and I my friend are the Lucky ones.
Your valor is infectious.
lj
Your poetry has gone a long way to
keeping me cured.
Let's rejoice in our luck !......Mick.
Take care Mick
LJ
Prognosis seems irrelevant."
No one else could have describe this situation like you have. You have written this with so much depth; very beautiful piece. Somehow I had that feeling you might have battled or battling something...my intuition has scared me many times in my life before...though it seems to have dulled now as I get older, it's still there. I am touched and I would say I'm sorry my friend but I'd rather say "good on you" for not giving in. You are an inspiration and a proof that these modern day killers can be subdued! Thank you so very much for sharing this piece of your life with us, I am humbled.
Inspiring comment. I'm glad you didn't say
the word "sorry" because I don't have any
self pity ...I think I lost it in battle.
Cheers..........Mick.