It isn't always easy to share what someone has to live through. This is my second round with chemotherapy, but I'm still pretty positive that this too shall pass. It might not be always easy, but if life was simple, I think we would all wonder what will come next. I love my life. I love learning to grow and becoming a better person through this trial. What I'm doing different is expressing how I feel through my love of the written word. Poetry is easy to convey what I'm feeling. Soon, another collection will be published. Though small, there are powerful words.
I love having a friend who'll in a few months will become my best friend. He's my joy, my warrior for me and with me, my hero, my audience when it feels lonely, my cheerleader, and this poem is dedicated to him. Thank you for being by my side during this.
His tender arms, so sweet, but strong as they hold a frail body, sick, but resistant to the poison burning underneath a mask that others see, yet comes off when threat ceases and tears come. Those arms, of a noble Gentry, remain true, honest, virtuous, wrapping around a kindred spirit while it regains heart.
Turlock, CA
