...The Feeling Of Stage 4 Cancer...With Small Accomplishments That Seem Big. ~~john Gamble Poem by John Gamble

Alone in My Victory.7/31/21

Last year running with the bulls at Pamplona

…dappled sunlight on my face, I felt the rush of

Near death. Imminent death. Sweet death.

Alone in my bed.

Today running the last few miles of the marathon

I listened for the roar of the crowds

Cheering me on.

I looked for the eager faces ready to see

History made….

But as I rounded the last corner and into the last stretch,

I heard no one.

I saw no one.

I was alone in my victory.

I was in the womb again pushing to be born again completely alone.

No one noticed my heavy heart, the

Labored breathing…

The legs giving out with intense pain.

No one noticed.

I was triumphant,

But alone in my victory.

The marathon completed, the race won, I came in and sat in my chair.

Another day has begun.

gJohn