Overtaken
You overtake - every corner of comfort, energy, rest, complacency
I don't want to have to be grateful
For each simple smile, each ordinary sunset
Because I don't want to see the finish line
I want the luxury of being
Frustrated, grouchy, impatient, annoyed
I don't want to have to swallow my words,
Face, feelings - to toe the balance between
Being his support, without being his crutch
I don't want to have to relieve
The pity on my friends' faces
I don't want to have to wonder
Whether we will have our silver anniversary
I don't want to have to count my blessings
I don't want to have to hear pithy platitudes
On hope and miracles and beating the odds
You are not a friend
You are not a gift
Your are not a strength
You are a predator, stalking me
Into the contaminated shadows
Of wait and see.
6/21/19
For 'The Topic of Cancer' contest
Placed 4th
Copyright © Michelle Faulkner | Year Posted 2019
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