I have never felt the blistering blaze
of the white hot sun burning
my white hot flesh and yet I
have felt the biting sting
that only words can bring,
singe my soul.
The imbedded scarring of so many
yesterdays are proof.
Afraid of too many tomorrows
facing the unknown and snubbing
the realities of too many yesterdays…
crowded with words behaving as daggers…
assaulting my spirit.
The antiseptic, bone-chilling hospital room
from a day gone by where mumbles
of cancer and chemo were whispered
in hushed tones, still echo in my head.
Cancer… that savage, merciless, attacking
predator did not conquer this crusade.
This was to be my time.
Yesterday did not defeat me...
Tomorrow will not abandon me…
For today, I will rise victorious,
championing the gruesome battle,
one more time.
Copyright 2012 Gerard Lebel
All rights resered
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