Radiation Waiting Room
Radiation lobby,
filled with unspoken sense.
I see a community of fighters and partners.
The partners are
the curious who know.
They sit using books as blinders,
or sitting watching others.
They are family waiting.
The fighters are strugglers,
arriving with smiles or stone faces.
They are:
slow walkers
fast walkers
chair riders
cane holders,
or with chemo caps,
or cancer wigs.
Travelers
funneling through a journey of hope.
Given by greeters and nurses.
Cancers lessen
by treatment with
radium and cobalt sessions.
And then a bell rings,
for someone,
radiation is ending.
Now there is a light around you,
and you are free.
Still, we think of new others,
a cycle continues
with new faces same faces,
until cancer fades,
with no traces.
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