This was written following the deaths of both my parents within four weeks of one another about 18 months ago. I have what is designated as terminal cancer and at the time of their deaths it looked as though I would soon follow them and prior to their deaths, that in all likelihood I would precede them. I am grateful that they did not have to endure watching their child slip away into the shadows. It was hard enough for them to watch me suffering and fear my death.
Yet here I remain, stronger than I have ever been in the last six years of this roller coaster ride of cancer. Go figure. I still walk in the shadows but there is now more light than for a very long time.
Alone upon the empty shore,
The tide has taken you
But never from my soul,
But never from my heart.
I walk the shadowlands,
Between the light and dark,
Where you have lead
I may now follow.
Help me to be strong.
Once upon a time I was a fat little caterpillar whose contented munching was disturbed by visions of bright wings flying free in a world beyond the cabbage patch. When my caterpillar form could no longer contain that dream I entered the Chrysalis where thought became form. This is my journey.Walk with me.This is simply who I am.
2 comments:
Achingly honest, Maria! I am selfishly grateful that you are still here to share the beauty of your heart and the brilliance of your words, my friend. May it be so for a very, very, very long time.
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