Even the sun surrenders to the night,
as young lovers dream of colors streaming
and ducks nestle into their feathers,
while frogs take over the serenade.
A cloudless sky prepares
for the victory of fireflies
while the lake embraces
the reflection of stars
and the moon,
those softer lights.
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Not all warriors are healed, having walked through the fire,
not all of them. It is in our spirits though where victory
is won. Only the brave can declare their freedom.
I found this post almost impossible to write. I should have written it days ago, but I did not have the words, and did not know even what my emotions were, and I still don’t. I am numb.
You see my wife has cancer again, the same one she had years ago. And this cancer has no cure. A bone marrow transplant helped her to live a lot longer than most people with this disease, and longer than doctors thought she would. She has a blood cancer, and a very tough one.
Yes, thank God she is still here on this earth. But she will have to be on chemo again, and then another, then another, until there are no more options. Right now, she is fighting some infections before she can even begin chemo.
I am right by her side. We have always been a team that cannot be broken, and we will continue to fight together. Is there any other way besides love? No, there isn’t.
We appreciate each of you, and we wish you peace.
Poetry, Narrative and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies