Darlene Walsh

Gold Star - 5,965 Points (1994 / Philadelphia)

The Monster Within - Poem by Darlene Walsh

Seeping, sneaking, unknown doom
Waiting in silence to go boom
A monster looking to sneak inside
Seeking in darkness a place to hide

Hiding in a most unwelcome place
A deadly secret concealing its face
Multiplying itself bit by fatal bit
It's cells in silence quickly split

A routine checkup quick in and out
I was fully healthy without a doubt
Then surprize it's my third time
That cancer's invaded like a crime

Never knowing that it's hiding there
Until at the pet scan I sadly stare
Spots yellow, green and red as I glare
On the screen is my worst nightmare

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

Its spread to here and spread to there
It looks like its growing every where
And my shocked mind needed an answer
As the doctor says metastatic cancer

How many months do I have left
Is my old age now lost to theft
Lost to the growing monster within
Relentlessly growing under my skin

Topic(s) of this poem: cancer, mother


Poet's Notes about The Poem

My mom went for a routine check up, now a year after a hysterectomy because of endometrial cancer. She expected it to be a quick in and out visit, with a clean bill of health. But the doctor found something. A biopsy, a visit to a radiologist with more painful poking and prodding, and a schedule to return for a pet scan. Then the results. The radioactive dye lit up on the screen in over a dozen places, including Lymph nodes and liver, Stage IV metastatic cancer. Over seven years since she was first diagnosed for breast cancer, I think she's going to give up this time.

Comments about The Monster Within by Darlene Walsh

  • Josey Alfred (5/10/2015 8:35:00 AM)


    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. (Report) Reply

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  • Beach Girl (4/20/2015 4:29:00 PM)


    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. (Report) Reply

  • Loyd C. Taylor, Sr. (4/13/2015 7:36:00 PM)


    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
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  • Bri Edwards (4/12/2015 9:47:00 PM)


    Multiplying itself bit by fatal bit
    It's cells in silence quickly split , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , great writing. drop the ', D. :)
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    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. : (
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    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
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  • Susan Lacovara (4/11/2015 3:25:00 PM)


    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
    .
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 2, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 12, 2015


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