Just a bit o’verse in the wake of my my second follow-up scan this morning after the completion of chemo last year…
How wondrous to be at the end of this journey
than at the beginning.
But visits like this hold within them
possibilities of untoward new
My old companion fear creeps through the door
but the room is filled with other fare
as with soft smile he is dismissed
though it is a firing squad I face
as I have year after year.
Will they be blanks
or will they find their mark
What can one do when staring down a barrel
but plop in a flower?
But then it is I that am stuffed down the barrel
warmth flowing through me
contrasting dye revealing fresh wounds
Breathe. Suspend. Breathe. Suspend.
Shot through now and
Waiting to feel for the wounds.