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waiting to feel for the wounds

19 Feb

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
beginnings
or endings.
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
once more?
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
or not.
Breathe. Suspend. Breathe. Suspend.
Expelled.
Shot through now and
waiting.

Waiting to feel for the wounds.

flower-in-rifle

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2 Comments

Posted by on February 19, 2013 in Poetry

 

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2 responses to “waiting to feel for the wounds

  1. Gloria Houting

    February 20, 2013 at 12:28 am

    Ah, yes, the apprehension whenever there’s a visit with the oncologist or surgeon. I, too, know it well. And then the sigh of relief when the good report is given. Giving thanks with you….once more.

     
  2. wordhaver

    February 20, 2013 at 12:37 am

    Yes! 🙂

     

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