Three Word Wednesday offered us Grip, Pain, and Thread. Here is what those words gave to me.
This poem also appears on the right sidebar at Poets United. Peace, and healing for those who need it, Amy
Point of View
She would prefer the window view,
but no complaints, she’ll make do.
She’s made it this far on the course,
as her grip on life slips bad to worse.
Cancer coarses through each vein;
poisonous threads are weaving pain.
When Hell’s spider is finally finished,
her spirit won’t be diminished.
She’ll rise from her hospice bed
and find a heavenly view instead.
© 2011 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil