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