i know
the fear and helplessness
i suffer
is
nothing
compared to the
disconnecting
desolate
pain
and nausea
you encounter
each of these days since
that day
we know
good will come
of it
but tell me again
how many more days?
in the meantime
my insides grip
and weep
as you lie there
waiting
for your resurrection
for new life
waiting to birth
new cells
waiting
together
no
even crouching
to spring upon
seize
and crush the
cancer demon
that
invaded you
waiting
