Fighting Fears Poem by Midnight Clarity

words creep gently out of hiding
shaking creases from their letters
as they walk, trailing the merest hint
of mothballs in their wake
a scent that speaks of hibernation
not outright loss, a comfort in the darkness
that veils the future so heavily
with suggestions of forever
and the bitter taste of ash.

living in the moment
can impale you on a pin.
broken butterfly in amber
in suspension always waiting
for the other shoe, the dropp
of blood, the tear that fills the eye
to tint the world with rainbows
as dawn splinters through
and drowns the sun in sight.

i was diagnosed with brain cancer six months ago and whole brain radiation burned away my dreams (i literally stopped dreaming) and chained my words in a brassy, echoing limbo. I am working my way back. This is the first poem I have written with the knowledge of my condition informing the words. Thank you for reading and sharing in this moment.