Temporary Release. Poem by Mizzy ........

Staunch message to all, delivered with stealth,
A wise old proverb...'Your health is your wealth',
Terrified at the start, thought I wouldn't pull through,
Began penning a verse, for my pulpit adieu,
Bruised and depleted from chemo injections,
A pale hairless body fuelled naked reflections,
Such penetrating fear in my children's eyes,
As I hid the truth, in my happy disguise,
Strangely I decided for me I'd not weep,
Instead to find courage, my spade to dig deep,
Never to lose hope or Never to give in,
No more thoughts of ending, only begin,
Not 'till all glimmers of life have long ceased,
And my rancid remains lie a cold crawling feast,
Even then my spirit will survive in a poem,
My soul still intact through the verses will roam,
You won't hear me whinge or show any regret,
Nor will I celebrate, if reprieve I beget,
Defiant yet resinged in ankle chains to be...
Always cancer's prisoner, ....but for now I walk free!