A nod, a glance, any sign at all.
I search his face; his eyes, for a clue,
Smile, and pretend to be brave and
Wonder, if my cancer is growing
Do we know if results are in?
Is there finally an answer?
How much longer must i wait?
I feel like some puppet dancer.
Pull this string; one more test
Pull that string; another surgery.
Moving to the music that cancer plays
And surrendering more parts of me;
Weeping through long healing days.
I do the dance, that all of us do, and wait.
Wait and pray to be strong,
Though i’m quite lost, and
Wandering around in a fog of fear;
Wondering if my cancer is growing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very touching - I definitely feel for you.