There has been a lot taken from me,
My friends, my home,
It would make me feel alone.
But I walk through these things,
Like I walk through air,
The only things that should stop me,
Is Good News.
News about laughter,
and kindness.
Although these things have been taken from me,
I don't care.
One thing takes and leaves nothing to spare.
Cancer
The 6 letter word that dooms a person for life.
My Aunt.
A sweet, tender, person,
whom everyone wants to meet.
Has been doomed since she was 17.
No matter what her life was like,
she cared only about others.
Instead of asking for prayer,
she would ask for prayer for the little boy in the hospital room next door.
Now, at the age 35,
she asked to go to a place,
a place where people go to die.
Hospice.
There she died,
with a blood clot in her left lung,
her life taken,
so very young.
All the things that never really held me down,
Is drowning me in a ocean of sadness.
First my Great grandfather, taken by cancer,
then my great grandmother,
then my dad's grandma and granddad,
and now my aunt.
When will cancer come to an end?!?
The Wicked world,
the wicked diseases.
In the ocean of sadness I am drowning in,
I am calling "Help!" to that still, small voice.
The voice that spoke to me before this mess,
That kept me urging forward.
Where has it gone?
Has it drowned in the chaos of sadness?
No, it was here all the time,
Bringing peace to whomever asks of it.
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Author:
Lizzy Renee (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My great grandmother, and my great grandfather on my mom's and dad's side have been diagnosed with cancer. Now, my aunt, having cancer for 18 years, has been taken from me with a blood clot in her lung and cancer everywhere.
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So sorry Lizzy. An appropriate poem explaining your frustration.
Thanks LIZZIE ~ even though it is so so sad ~ I love this poem ~ because despite your infinite losses (nothing can replace people) and your rage against cancer (I feel like that ~ having lost love ones) You still honor the VOICE that brought you PEACE ~ AMEN. I too have peace in my heart because "Unto the weary and the weak ~ JESUS whispers PEACE !" Thanks for caring & sharing ~ Hugs BRIAN (UK).
"Strong Women don't play victim, don't make themselves look pitiful, and don't point fingers. They stand and they deal." Mandy Hale
I love this poem
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