A Prose Poem
It was the horror stories to end all horror stories. Years of pain and suffering, waking up, crying in pain, before we ever knew. Before they told us, “There’s something wrong with her blood”. Life threatening anemia, bleeding through the stomach, through the nose, throwing up blood. Heart attacks, kidneys shutting down, praying in ICU.
It was cancer. Chemo. The children were small, it tore us all to pieces, on the inside. Fragmented emotions, it changed us, left scars, I’m still dealing with it. Thank God she made it, thank God. Fear came to live in me, and built a castle. I’m tearing it down though, brick by brick. And I’m not giving up.
Don’t let anyone tell you, you can’t fight, that’s bull. You may need an army behind you, or you may need the strength of the One who made you, but you can fight. We press on in spite of the battles.
My Love is the one, that taught me courage – taught me to fight – and she is the reason – that I write. Living the inspiration.
Bruised and bloodied, but walking out the healing now. Living in the light.
Keep fighting, and I wish you peace!
Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“If you love nature, you will love people.”