Poems
Our Herd submits poems that help them get through the day when fighting cancer. Some are inspiring while others are just to express how they are feeling.
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Prayers
Prayers work wonders
Yet sometimes
They also make you wonder
Why sometimes
They are just not heard
I Left Her Behind
I left her behind.
It wasn’t my decision.
I miss her.
Not one day goes by that I don’t think of her.
I close my eyes and she’s there.
I think she’s imperfectly beautiful.
Easy on my eyes, if only in my eyes.
My Life. The Comet.
Before cancer, writing wasn’t something I enjoyed. It was a chore. Something I did at work or for school. Much like all things I dislike, I avoided it. Then, when I was at my lowest point, writing found me. Pushed me to pick it up, toss my feelings out, and move ahead. Finding community during treatment was intimidating for me.
Read More...A Toast to My Twenties
a toast to my twenties
at twenty years young, my friends piled into my car until every seat and lap were occupied and we drove until the odometer hit 100,000 miles in virginville, pennsylvania.
twenty-one was spent bar hoping with my uncle until the night ended with my head in my grandparent’s kitchen sink.
twenty-two was the year i graduated, moved, started over, and fell in love.
Read More...The Show Must Go On & other poems
it’s easier to be written out of the storyline
that’s why my character always dies
and if they survive, it always comes back
again and again until the sickness wins
because healing is messy, hard, and
never a straight line
Bird Mobiles
Fuchsia, yellow, turquoise and purple; sad birds on tired wires spin above me in a desperate ballet
Their soft feathery texture, here to warmly greet me in contrast to the cold hard table where I lay
A presence meant to calm and soothe, forget the void of living without the sound of children’s laughter
Read More...Consent & Good Bones
what does consent mean
if you aren’t saying yes for yourself
if every incision, stitch, vile of blood
is done because i am too scared to say no
Preventative Measures
i could never eat as fast as my food could rot
milk goes sour
mold blooms on bread
even the oreos go stale
i stand each week at the counter
separating the good from the bad
Cancer: A Poem
What can I say about this six-letter word?
My heart hurts every time I think about it
Am I living my worst nightmare?
Or is this my destiny?
Please tell me, I am desperate to know the truth.
Rise
Through tired eyes
Remains a flicker of life’s sparkle
Dimmed, but never to go out
A new perspective
Emboldened truths
