Sneak Preview

After all the support and joy everyone gave me with regards to my health and my book, I thought it would be appropriate to give you a sneak preview of a poem being published in the book. I wrote this piece shortly after I was diagnosed with Cancer for the fourth time.

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You silently sit there waiting in the moment you’ve been given<o:p></o:p>
You don’t think to move and are unable to talk<o:p></o:p>
Wondering if god will ever be forgiven<o:p></o:p>
Realizing that your steps could be a widow’s walk<o:p></o:p>
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Two days later the tears begin to show<o:p></o:p>
And you try to trust that your efforts will work<o:p></o:p>
Painfully crying, you search for hope<o:p></o:p>
In the end knowing that god took a second look<o:p></o:p>
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The second time you sit in the chair<o:p></o:p>
You don’t ask for the time to yourself<o:p></o:p>
You’re taken aback by the fact you are there<o:p></o:p>
Feeling unable to help ones self<o:p></o:p>
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Once more you try for the chance of time<o:p></o:p>
Your mind seeing the decline and feeling the pain<o:p></o:p>
Once again you face the impossible climb<o:p></o:p>
But as before allowed to remain<o:p></o:p>
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The third time the chair is gone<o:p></o:p>
Just a lonely bed with doctors and equipment<o:p></o:p>
Once they tell you, you become withdrawn<o:p></o:p>
They are asking you to make arrangements<o:p></o:p>
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You are alone and afraid but the tears don’t come<o:p></o:p>
Explaining to all that it’s your final attempt<o:p></o:p>
Some will cry, but you stay numb<o:p></o:p>
Then once again, your life is exempt<o:p></o:p>
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These fighting victories make you strong<o:p></o:p>
The fight is over and you have won<o:p></o:p>
Believing with this that you can conquer anything<o:p></o:p>
That now your life had finally begun<o:p></o:p>
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The sadness and suffering were never more<o:p></o:p>
So I continued to walk from here to there<o:p></o:p>
Until I walked down the hall<o:p></o:p>
To once again find my chair<o:p></o:p>
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Very interesting, sandie!

I can sense your feelings in your words sandie, very well wriiten.

that was simply gorgeous! very simple and stark but very meaningful. i felt it right in my chest.
i didn't know you were writing a book. if this is an example of the kind of poetry/prose/whatever you write in it, then i can't wait to get my hands on it. best of luck!

WOW. That was incredible. I felt as if I was there with you in the chair. Thanks for sharing with us.

Very well written as only someone going through the situation could write.
I hope others are encouraged by your words.

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