After The Fall

In the sameness of a day. Reaching to far can lose your way. In one blink of the future lost. You learn the devastating cost. You pick yourself up off the floor. Not knowing what is now in store. The give and take has come to roost. The devils game has now been loosed. The shades of dreams begin to change. And yet somehow joyfully strange. The avenue's have become narrow. As hope seems lost deep in the marrow. You do your best to meet the test. As you play your cards close to the vest. Not knowing what the dealer dealt. And not quite sure just what you felt. Sometimes it's not easily clear. Of what I say and what you hear. There's reasons why things stay obscure. While waiting if there is a cure. You count your blessings like never before. While also knowing you can't keep score. In the game of life it's how you play. With no account if you go or stay. Eight months ago I had the ladder go out from under me on the basement stairs and I had an awful fall. In pursuing doctoring, I had labs that came back with a high psa level of over 100. Anything over 4 is time to check things out. I was referred to urology and had a prostate biopsy that indicated stage 4 metastatic prostate cancer which had gotten into the bone and a little bit in the lymph system. I have done 6 chemo treatments and am presently in a 3 month recovery period before my next labs and oncology consult. I just wanted to give some insight to the verses in this poem. Cancer is not something I like to tell people I have, but felt it would bring some viable sense to the poem.