Treading Water
My flesh is screaming,
if the cancer is me,
Then cut me out
and set me free.
No more to endure
The sight of the shore,
While drowning capsized out at sea.
If I let myself go,
limbs aching and slow,
So close to that shore,
Then no more I’ll know
Of those I have missed
Of faces unkissed
Of drowning in tears of sorrow
But to them I will pass,
a pain that will last
Forever they’ll sail,
B’neath skies overcast.
A hurt so deep
A pain they'll keep,
My drowning will anchor them fast.
So tethered am I
to what I'm denied,
A childless mother
I must abide
By rules so cruel
Yet love is the fuel
And from drowning I shall not have died.
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