Shine
Fear it whispers
Ever so persistently
‘Is it now? Are you ready?’
A constant companion
Holding hands with
Long dark nights.
Eyes open, no rest
Birdsong lifts the sun
Fear exits with
Aromas of coffee
“Not today.” I say
My heart shines.
I wrote this poem after surgery and before the start of chemotherapy for stage 1 ovarian cancer. I woke up in the middle of the night with fear sitting on the edge of my bed staring at me. I looked fear straight in the eye, took a breath and told it to ‘piss off.’
This post was written and submitted by Barbara Scott. The article reflects the views of Scott and not of CURE®. This is also not supposed to be intended as medical advice.
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