Sometimes the tears come softly in the night,
Silent sobs cannot my torment allay,
And although I may rise to fiercely fight,
Haunting, nameless fears never go away.
I try to still my shaking in the gloom,
To hide my weakness from my family,
Writhing all alone in my darkened room,
Hiding my shame so nobody will see.
Anger sustains my terror and despair,
Lurid companions on my somber quest,
To find no cancer lurking anywhere,
And grant my screaming heart a chance to rest.
Brief harmony my chagrin to assuage:
Serenity making peace with the rage.
Mick McKellar
April 2015
Sometimes, when I am alone, I grow restive and angry with this body I no longer recognize or understand.
Mick
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