PART ONE of A Long Indescribable Journey
A chapter in the book Story Poems
Facing A Mountain
The road ahead is a frantic congested highway
PART ONE of a THREE PART LONG JOURNEY of 2003, 2004, 2005.
A REVIVAL OF AN OLD OLD STORY WHICH I LIVED TO TELL
THANKS BE TO GOD
Cancer sneaks up quickly and leaves it's cruel mark,
stealing precious life like a thief in the night,
making the whole damned future dismally dark.
No sunshine radiating beams clear and bright.
It's humanly impossible to explain
emotional torment and mental anguish.
Your hold on sanity gurgling down the drain.
Your grasp on life; no choice but to relinquish.
Bold, offensive lumps stick obtrusively out
from a breast like broken bones or rods of steel.
In an abyss, swamped by a heatwave of doubt,
say a prayer to miraculously heal.
Then the next day the atmosphere is icy
when the diagnosis is extremely grim.
All hope that might still be flickering faintly,
shuns the daylight and turns ominously dim.
Pain seers the skin and the flesh is invaded
with numerous scans; sharp stinging biopsies.
A cold morgue like theater is already booked
for those destructive total mastectomies.
Fear and shock is what renders the body numb
enough to ride this dreadful roller coaster.
It is now blatantly clear; you're not that dumb
to let blind faith and hope harbor and foster.
Rally all resources; invent strength anew,
preparing the senses to simply accept.
Certainly know there are no options in view
for any last minute rewrite of the script.
Shabbily, like a rusty machine you lunge.
Your family advances like tin soldiers
through corridors, soaking up health like a sponge,
through the mire of fog; the evolving stages.
Senseless thoughts filter through like wild savages.
Now not able to feed your own family;
when there are not any incoming wages
for strict budgets to survive sufficiently.
Crippled with uselessness, fed up with drama.
Desperate to connect the dots in your brain,
trying to fathom what brand of sick karma
strips naked your control; never to regain.
Surprisingly, you do not simply crumble
into flaky particles of airborne dust.
By default you defer the cold hard stumble.
You stay well focused simply because you must.
You can't afford to suddenly get weaker.
You rise to the excruciating duty
to show that this is making you much stronger;
convincing all; you're handling adversity.
The jovial nature that fed your lifelong
sense of humor and positive thinking
through all those past trials that went awfully wrong,
must push forward and attack before sinking.
Fun and laughter cures depressive behavior
or else these demonic tumors can defile.
Your whole bank of reserve that is your savior;
the powerful instinct to survive; is on trial.
PART ONE OF A LONG INDESCRIBABLE JOURNEY;-
"FACING THE MOUNTAIN"
LEAVES OUR SURVIVAL IN JEOPARDY
PART TWO;- "CLIMBING THE CLIFF FACE"
IDENTIFIES AND EXPOSES THE ROCKS FALLING
LIKE AN AVALANCHE ON OUR LIVES
PART THREE;- "REACHING THE SUMMIT"
WILL EXPOSE LIFE ON THE OTHER
TRIUMPHANT SIDE OF THE MOUNTAIN
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