Spreading Wings

Spreading wings

I suppose it is time to bring the readers of this site, who don’t follow my journal postings on the Vision of Hope33 site, up to date on what is going on in my rapidly dwindling life.  My apology for this interruption in my normal posting, but there is poetry to be found in life… even when approaching the final breath.

I am advanced… stage four lung cancer that is now eating into the bone of the rib cage and other various dark corners.  It is extremely painful.  There seems to be nothing more that America’s medical professionals can do except to try to keep me as comfortable as possible and to continue to remind me that I am dying.  There has been numerous changes in my life in the past few months, but I am determined to continue to write and post my poetry for as long as I possibly can.  My sincere gratitude to all of you who continue to read my attempt at poetry.  If you do care to read details of my journey through cancer… please visit the ‘vision of hope33’.

Spreading Wings

It’s hard to feel the words
When you are dying
Locked inside the vault
Of your own skin
It’s hard to reach for verses
When your arms can’t reach for grace
While DNR’s lie inked
Beneath the pen

It’s hard to find the rhyme
Inside the rainfall
Locked within the pain
That fogs the mind
It’s hard to write the ballad
When your eyes fade in the storm
While you cannot find the truth
Between the lines

Yet always there is hope
Inside the vortex
Waiting to be found
Within the plight
It’s not always the eyes
That see the pathway through the veil
Where one can spread his wings
Into the light

Michael33

6 thoughts on “Spreading Wings

  1. Reading this… I caught my breath twice. Oh my… words are tearing up and I had no idea, ever, you were sick. The poetry you write is always beautiful. Did you ever publish your works? I am going to read your blog today… pray and share your works. Death is a beast to tame. But your words bring it beauty regardless the way death treats you.

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    • Good morning Jeanne. Oh my goodness… now your words have brought me to join you in the tears. What a beautiful thing for me to read this morning. It has gotten so difficult for me to write and for you to share your thoughtful, caring words with me this way is just a most beautiful way to start my day. I’m so glad you are here to lift my spirits. There’s not a lot in this world that lifts my spirits more than discovering a kind and caring spirit sharing her thoughts and words with me. Thank you so very much for your prayers and sharing my poetry with your readers. I am both honored and humbled. You have accomplished a difficult task early this morning by placing a smile upon the face of someone whose hope is fading… thank you for shining your light so brightly.

      A most beautiful day to you Jeanne and again… thank you!

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  2. I’m watching a sunrise while I read this and I’m reminded how we are never promised tomorrow, today is all we are sure of in this moment. Gosh sometimes that is painful when you realize that all the lofty dreaming when you were young helped you to get to this beautiful place and now we come to realize this truth of grace. We have just enough grace for this moment, the next moment has its own grace.
    While you are locked inside know that I am here with you, praying and cheering you on. 💜🦋 I love that you posted a butterfly 🦋 too. Great hearts and minds. 🙏🏼💜🦋🤗

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