“…and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor”
My mind is laced with sleep; worried, troubled dreams run deep
…Dream, Dream, Dread…
“… a nocturnal vacation, unnecessary sedation, you want to feel at home ’cause you belong…”
Nightmare? A dream in 3D…
She must journey on, what else is there when no other wisdom can be drawn upon?
Black blood stains mark the passage upon the jagged frozen ground,
A red moon drowned within the clouds, phantoms hide ahead, no other sounds,
She peers into the night, uncertain of her visions, determined in her plight
Yet, she continues to journey on…
Blood seeps, a little does she stumble, the ground reels, she does not tumble,
The motion rides from gut to brain, shakes the body to the core – always sore,
Instinctively her crippled hand clutches at a cane, launching another storm of pain
Lightning creeps up her arm and implodes upon the brain – breathe
The icy air stabs the lungs and tries to kill, yet she musters all her will – journey on
Assaulted eyes try to find the shape of an entropic house within the mind,
A place of peace? A trollish caretaker shatters the illusion,
He looks but does not see and comes to his own conclusion,
Hence, with a withered smile, serves her a pile of bile, her senses reel, the gut turns to mud,
Another bite of noxious goo, remember it’s all good for you – journey on.
A weary traveler, she seeks some rest, and so to bed she does stumble,
A wave of fire, a flame of frost throughout the night she is tossed,
The skin and body shrink and do not embrace to be at point in the same place.
The morning comes, and there she sits, a smile to say she’ll never quit
I ask her what she’ll do today – she smiles again and says: journey far away.
Cancer is a nightmare, not a gift! Unless you take the meaning of the word in German: Poison.
Ok, a little of the dark side seemed appropriate (well appropriate for me anyhow). All in all, Karen is doing well and has her “little” side effects. All perfectly normal and hence, when I thought about what it would be like for me to be that “normal” you get some of the 20 lines above.
“…life would suck without you… “
In my tradition, I’ve buried three tag lines within this blog. Thank you to those who keep playing our little game. It is often good to know someone remembers!
Happy New Year – 2014. Originally, this wasn’t meant to be the New Year’s post; maybe a bit reflective and speculative would have been appropriate, but we tend to shy away from the dark. Yes, we are grateful, thankful to friends, family and the whole medical profession (witch doctors included), but then again, one can always look forward, too … and hope for things to be a little bit better. Twenty lines may not be much to sum up a year, devoid of crises isn’t a bad thing either, but the little 20 lines weave thru the symptoms, ailments, and annoyances of ever changing “normal”.
So, best wishes to all the travelers out there, and also to the one or two fools like me, who don’t realize that we are travelers as well!
“…and all you touch and all you see…
Is all your life will ever be…”
Enjoy life! Lest fate becomes fickle.
Happy New Year!