RAP

This week’s poetry prompt has been sitting with me, waiting. This one pulled a sneak attack. Me–unsuspecting when suddenly it fell down on me, heavy weight pressing on lungs.

Life isn’t for sissies.

Tumor

You hide
for ten years
and now
bend snaky fingers
around
these nerves
leaving
stale sensation
and
bruised pride–
silently
wrapping yourself
around
inner places;
breathing
pulsing
stealing
life’s blood.
I thought
you
were gone
but…
five
and a half
weeks
of radiation
he said.

Comments

  1. says

    Wow. Life is not for sissies.
    I am wondering, hoping that the tumor is not growing close to home.

    On a lighter note…I am SO behind on my Gift reading, and have started three poems but life has been so loud that they just wait…quietly, until I am stirred with their release.

  2. says

    reading this brings a shudder to me.

    my mom had a brain tumor, a broken back and porphyria attack all in one year.it was the most awful year of my life. but it was also the one in which i was on my knees and closest to God for most of my days.

    whoever you have written this about, i have whispered a prayer for them.

    as for your actual poetry, it is powerful. i can understand that it caught you off guard.

  3. says

    Laura, is this “rap” about you? Or a loved one? I pray this is not the situation. Please let me know when you can.

    Love & Smiles,
    Amber

  4. says

    When we write of such things it sends healing into this place. These words are harsh:
    “breathing
    pulsing
    stealing
    life’s blood”
    Thoughts and prayers for your friend.

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