Battling Vicious Cells

She traces a  litter of  rising stars;
while exploring  a place blissful within--
or even feel  a desire to extend a timeline
where vicious crimson cells invade
those mounds of chalice breasts, uninvited.

And a once  vibrant energy grows frenetic ,
nearly withering from the changed biopsy of 
a frame now boney,    lightly skeletal 
from a hostile tumor raging within Reena’s veins.
Yet, she crawls uphill , this woman warrior
of a hiker… steadily focused on reaching
the mound’s crest,  undaunted  by lumped pain
as soft tears glitter upon those thinning cheeks.
Grappling with a second -stage notice, 
her limbs wobble in exhaustion, her fingers
cold  at the same time eager:  treading on, I
watch my friend dressed in bald crown,  facing
this combat between towers of hope and despondency.

My breath weeps inside. Reena smiles and blinks at me
like an advancing star.



Topic Of Cancer for Craig Cornish
6/20/2019
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Papyrus Avatar
June 29, 2019 at 12:38 AM
The hairs stood on my arms from these words of your friend's fortitude. When they smile at you under those conditions, it teaches us wisdom without words ever being spoken. My wife remained happy until the Lord opened his doors for her. The key is, never let them see you hurt, because they begin to grieve. Keep delivering friendship with a lot of laughter...it's priceless, as this poem is! Salute
Hamilton Avatar
June 24, 2019 at 10:54 AM
Another exceptional write Nette, congrats on a fine win!
Adams Avatar
June 23, 2019 at 8:53 PM
Nette, you penned this one to pure perfection, Congrats on your win :)
Cornish Avatar
June 23, 2019 at 7:38 PM
Exceptional writing Nette, so much so that you're always expected to be at the top and you never disappoint.
Gauthier Avatar
June 23, 2019 at 7:30 PM
Bravo, netter. Well deserved silver medal win.
Proxenos Avatar
June 22, 2019 at 1:57 AM
Nette this is a definite win - you describe this situation mildly and gently yet one can read between the lines that this dreaded disease has taken its toll on Reena! A sad but beautiful poem Nette. Good luck in the contest. Hugs, Jennifer.
Sergi Avatar
June 21, 2019 at 6:10 PM
Hi nette: I was deeply touched by this poignant but strong willed woman you portrayed. Buenos Suerte! ...Ralph
Faulkner Avatar
June 21, 2019 at 5:03 PM
'dressed in a bald crown' - so sad and brave and humbling, this is stunning-
Pandit Avatar
June 21, 2019 at 3:16 PM
That disease is so dreadful..your description evokes battles that are so hard to fight and often lost..well written, as always.
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