There beyond my sight
is that sense of knowing
buried deep inside my heart
there is a cancer growing.
All those fears, heartaches,
and that bitter rage
assimilate, expand and
gradually take the stage.
Somehow the numbness
spreads from where it does hide
stretching out to encase, engulf,
and invade all that is good inside.
The brain begins to perceive
the subtle changing of a feeling
and it starts to isolate the cause
and begins its revealing.
Like a surgeon the mind
initiates its cutting away and discards
all those diseased, mutated areas,
all of those infected shards.
Though the process is painful
and unbearable as it takes place
I realize time will soothe and heal.
I can and will renew my grace.
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