Poems
Our Herd submits poems that help them get through the day when fighting cancer. Some are inspiring while others are just to express how they are feeling.
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I Walked A Thousand Miles
I walked a thousand miles away from home—
IV stands and frozen steps
Dicarbozene and overcast skies
With you, the uninvited.
Darkest Hours
A year away in California, a dream unfolding
Training, motivated, hungry for College
In the best shape of my life, smiling and at peace
Life crashes down, sickness strikes at twenty
Finding Solace in Survivorship
She protected me,
The day’s events could’ve rocked my world,
Could’ve broken me down beyond repair,
But she protected me.
Deciduous: A Poem for Processing Chemo Hair Loss
This year, I get to be deciduous.
Drop my cells to the floor, prep the soil for this post-traumatic growth that I’m sowing.
Read More...I am Not A Soldier
You call me warrior, but I do not receive that title
I am a survivor, I am a mother, I am a friend
I am not a soldier
Storm of Words
Woody Guthrie cried out
into the rising dust,
singing,
“I’ve heard a storm
of words in me” ––
A storm of words…
Prayers
Prayers work wonders
Yet sometimes
They also make you wonder
Why sometimes
They are just not heard
I Left Her Behind
I left her behind.
It wasn’t my decision.
I miss her.
Not one day goes by that I don’t think of her.
I close my eyes and she’s there.
I think she’s imperfectly beautiful.
Easy on my eyes, if only in my eyes.
My Life. The Comet.
Before cancer, writing wasn’t something I enjoyed. It was a chore. Something I did at work or for school. Much like all things I dislike, I avoided it. Then, when I was at my lowest point, writing found me. Pushed me to pick it up, toss my feelings out, and move ahead. Finding community during treatment was intimidating for me.
Read More...A Toast to My Twenties
a toast to my twenties
at twenty years young, my friends piled into my car until every seat and lap were occupied and we drove until the odometer hit 100,000 miles in virginville, pennsylvania.
twenty-one was spent bar hoping with my uncle until the night ended with my head in my grandparent’s kitchen sink.
twenty-two was the year i graduated, moved, started over, and fell in love.
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