Monday, June 2, 2014

Sometimes, it's hard to keep breathing... (#PoetryMonday*)

"How can I, your servant,
talk with you my lord?
My strength is gone
and I can hardly breathe."
-- Daniel 10:17, NIV

"It was hard for me to breathe last night,"
she says at least three times
as if the nurses' responses
are inadequate,
as if thier responses will find a way
to fill her lungs with painless air,
as if their responses will lift her
up and carry her over the cancer,
over the chemo,
over all the drugs,
over the pain,
dropping her on the other side
of hope and healthy,
where it won't be hard for her to breathe,
and she is still breathing.


  * It's PoMo! To learn about PoMo (POetry MOnday), click here and then scroll down. 

 This is a repost from July 5, 2011. 

From time to time in 2010-11, because of a non-life threatening issue with anemia, I had to get iron infusions. Many of the other patients were there much more frequently for much more serious issues getting chemo and other treatments. They were dealing with life and death.  

The subject of the above reflection was a young woman sitting across the room from me; from her chatting with the nurses I learned that she's dealing with some sort of cancer, recently had a child, and was also being treated for pain. My anemia was merely an annoyance and minor inconvenience compared to what this woman and other patients are battling and enduring.

This poem is included in this collection:

No comments:

Post a Comment

Like? Dislike? Agree? Disagree? Have something to add? Please share your thoughts on my post below. I want to know what you think. But be civil.