Thursday, September 18, 2008

Chemotherapy Lament

A blank canvas
Bare, prepared, awaiting -
The brush of the Master
I sit, transfixed
Fifth Chemotherapy
Drained spirits,
Causing me to alternate between
The present and the sub-future
Out of body experience
Reminding me of the fragility
And fickleness of
The nervous system...awry
The digestive system...askew
The circulatory system...aberrant
The nurse digs deeply for her remedy
Psychological...physiological thriller
Visit from friend cheers me
She shares her heart
Massages mine
Soothes my soul
We laugh; we cry; we contemplate our existence
Goodnight sweet Jesus.
The Master signs His painting
Precious; loved.

1 comment:

Joanna Mallory said...

Wow, Glynis. Now I understand... just a bit... what it's like.