The Monster Within Poem by Darlene Walsh

Darla, I lost my mom to ovarian cancer. It will be17 yrs, this week. She battled and begged, bargained for more time. Sadly it was a monstrous war. What I can tell you is make everyday count....very word....every wish. Do not wish for more time...instead use each moment, lovingly, NOW! Prayers will be kept in my heart for you and your mother. Miracles happen, every single day. PEACE .

Multiplying itself bit by fatal bit It's cells in silence quickly split , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , great writing. drop the ', D. :) - - - - - - - - - - - - - Variants of SURPRISE sur·prise also sur·prize \sə(r) -ˈprīz\ ........... i thought surprize looked wrong, BUT it IS a variant of surprise. Surprize! even though surprise is pronounced like it has a z at its(no apostrophe) end! despite the gloomy facts of this stanza, i like it a lot (as writing) : But how did it grow without me knowing I look in the mirror nothing's showing I never felt anything in me growing Now the screen shows it isn't slowing ................perhaps it was better NOT to know; perhaps there was NO stopping it. : ( - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It looks like its growing every where........... though i might expect a british commonwealth poet to write every where, i'm used to using everywhare in such a situation here in the U.S. Maybe i just have been unaware of the different ways americans write, or maybe you grew up reading a lot of 'foreign' writings? i'm glad you left us the Poet's Note for the ones who might otherwise think you are the patient. best of luck with 'Mom'. a wonderfully written poem for MyPoemList and perhaps a future showcase feature on my site here on PH. :) bri

Darlene it was a well written poem about one ugly monster, cancer. I am so sorry for your mom and just said a prayer for her. It is so sad to see these things happen. It is wonderful to have peace with God and to know we have a better place to go to free form all hideous monsters. Loyd

I'm so sorry Darlene, you're very brave to write about this. Knowing me I think I'd clam up about it. The poem was amazing though and really pushed my emotional buttons.

'It looks like its growing every where' I'd use 'everywhere', unlike, I think, in some parts of the world, e.g. U.K.

'It's cells in silence quickly split' It's 'its' I think! ;)

So well written, expected from you, my friend 'Darlene'. I don't think you made this one up, as you are capable of doing. : (

The Poet's Notes was needed to find out who the patient was; thanks for the Notes, Darla. I'm glad it wasn't you.

It is a very sad thing, we all almost all takes it for granted that we are safe and remain cool. but Cancer is a clever thief, it as you have clearly written, gets in and make hawk even without any symptom. In spite of its dreadful grip, we remain complaisant, and end up in real danger.you poem clearly explains, its cruel spread. well rhymed, good write. thank you.