I plod down the hallway,
stroking the wall with my left hand.
The infallible bricks are my key to standing up straight.
No longer a deft and remiss child,
...
I have a next door neighbor.
She does nothing but watch me,
I see her through my window.
She's kind of hard to not see.
...
Fey got out of bed in the mid-morning.
He looked into the sky from his window
and discerned a morning star.
His commodious mind was filled
...
We lost another one of the
good guys this week.
It seems as though our army is dwindling.
He was a good soldier, though.
...
Oh how comical my life must be,
A story of retrogression.
To climb out of fear, ladder breaking,
Then fall into depression.
...
I imagine myself far far away;
I want to live a life of my own.
Neither here nor there shall you bother me,
Because I wish to be left alone.
...
Angle of hope; Angel of faith.
What would you like me to see?
Give me the hope, Give me the faith,
Why must you discount my plea?
...
I am a young women who has battled cancer twice before the age of sixteen. i pour my heart and soul into my poetry, and it is obvious that i have been hurt before. though i've seen many good things in the world, my poetry shows the not-so-sunshiny part of being a cancer survivor. i hope you enjoy my poems! :))
War
I plod down the hallway,
stroking the wall with my left hand.
The infallible bricks are my key to standing up straight.
No longer a deft and remiss child,
I walk as a woman in an open back gown.
I walk as a nine-year-old woman.
I feel a sort of temerity in my step,
and an indomitable way to go about these halls.
I wonder whether this ironic war is worth fighting in,
so truculent and tiring.
I walk as a nine-year-old soldier.
I am comprised of lost dreams and destitute of childish ways.
I pull with me a technological device,
made of plastic veins and pumping
virulent medications into my body.
I hope to accede this battle one day,
though it's so inopportune for a child.
I haven't reposed and rested my mind in hours.
I smell the musky scent of the fallen,
so pungent and broken,
as I walk amid the battlefield.
I brandish a smile,
to try to extirpate the sorrow.
It wasn't unfeigned or explicit,
but it was all I could do.
I walked as a fighting war-hero.
Bless you! May all your dreams come true! You must be an amazing person! A heck of a writer for sure! Keep the ink flowing!