As I sit in the woods, a strong smell fills the air,Pungent wild garlic; eyes close, I am there.On this bench, two years prior, where a call had me picked,Like a rose in her prime, to be told she was sick.A tumour, they’d told me, with no time for thinking,Just garlic’s strong stench; like my … More Wild Garlic
They say I am the lucky oneNow that cancer’s come and goneAlthough that’s how it is depictedTruthfully, I feel conflictedMy hopes were swallowed with my dreamsAnd even now my body screamsIt took more than I could giveBut left me with the chance to live I must be the lucky oneFor others cancer came – they’re … More The Lucky One
They said that time’s a tickingSo best not to waste time sittingAs there’s goals you should be hittingBy the close of play They said to keep on runningCoz the things they keep a comingAnd there’s always someone gunningTo be better than you They said to keep on doingKeep on striving and pursuingSo eschewing, not reviewing,What … More Sit beneath the trees
I tell all my colleagues that I’ll be back soonAs I slip from the office one spring afternoonTo a wonky blue chair in a brightly lit roomWhere I’m hit by a barrage of words spelling doom The shock takes my breath in the brutal surpriseI taste salt from the tears as they stream from my … More What does cancer feel like?
I don’t have time tofilter these thoughts, so here theyare unedited. We all said it wasbest not to Google. So ofcourse we all Googled. I felt nostalgicscrolling through wifi networksI’d connected to. And then I realised that googling my symptoms wasa form of self-harm. Impossible things have been said this week, things like‘prepare for cancer’. Drips of … More Haiku-ing through the early days…
The year that I turned twenty-nineI shot off from the starting lineNew employment, sparkly ringsWainwrights ticked, amazing thingsMy ducks were lined up in a rowAll set to fall like dominoesI didn’t see it coming. A little tiredness here and thereBut not enough to warrant careTurning 30 is so closeThe birthday that we fear the mostThis … More I didn’t see it coming
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