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
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pmwanken
Ah, a lovely point of view awaits her. Nicely done, Amy! …and, as always, thanks for dropping by my site. ~Paula
Sharp Little Pencil
Paula, the feeling is mutual regarding visits. I always find some magic on your site. POV is the essence of “the eye of the beholder.” Thanks, Amy
Rajesh
Beautiful.
Sharp Little Pencil
Thank you, my friend. Peace! Amy
christine
Very touching and real for too many.
Sharp Little Pencil
Thanks so much, CHristine! Peace, Amy
vivinfrance
This reminds me of my friend, who left us last June. I would be raging, but she was accepting.
Sharp Little Pencil
Accepting is a place one can only get to when one has no other options. My brother in law fought to the bitter end; my cousin in law stayed serene and kept it together until she made it to her hometown to say goodbye to family and friends… but I know you – you’d be fighting all the way, and good on you for that! Love, Amy
Debbie
This is just so powerful, Amy . . .and precious too! Thank you!
Sharp Little Pencil
Debbie, thanks as always for your kind words! Amy
Altonian
Tough subject Amy, but conveyed with fortitude and hope. You found the right words.
Sharp Little Pencil
I admit, Leigh, it was hard to get started on that poem. But once you sit there an hour staring at three words, eventually something meaningful comes through. Thanks, Amy
Jae Rose
I wish she could ask for that window seat..however difficult the subjects you chose you always leave me feeling positive and hopeful..I hope we can all look forward to an eternal window seat..Jae
Sharp Little Pencil
And that’s exactly what she will get, once she receives her final ‘healing,’ which is the everlasting one. Love, Amy
coalblack
true indeed, but that sort of stuff is still so terribly hard.
thanks for your comment on my Emmylou post. I hope your “baby” is doing better. And I’m glad to see that you were able to leave a comment at Word Garden!
CB (Fireblossom)
Sharp Little Pencil
Hope I didn’t give the impression it was easy, because it’s the worst, I think, that wasting… am hoping that all who have terminal illness can find comfort in an afterlife of some sort, because it sure helps. I believe in the afterlife, but not everyone does, I know…
Thanks for you concern about my baby. She is perking up, but God, what a cry I had over that song. Between the content and Emmylou’s voice, what a match… Coming back to see you! Amy
Kim Nelson
Amy,
You captured the essence of the situation. One of my closest friends lost the battle against lung cancer a few years ago. We had an intense last year and she moved on having learned ~and taught~ amazing, eternal lessons. Your piece brought back not the sorrow, but the joys we experienced. Thank you.
Sharp Little Pencil
So glad to hear these words from you, because I was afraid I was bumming everybody out. It’s true – there is something sort of freeing about an illness you know you cannot beat. The gloves come off, there is no more bullshit, and one stops “behaving well” for the sake of it. I hope her ending was peaceful, Kim, I truly do. Amy
Sheilagh Lee
This made me cry. It is truly what I believe happens when someones battle ends they find that heavenly perch with no pain.
Sharp Little Pencil
Yes, Sheilagh, I agree with you. Many don’t believe in the afterlife, but I have seen a smidge of it and know enough folks who have “been there” for a moment. It’s one bit ball of love – constant, neverending music, like choruses of tones interweaving. Impossible to describe, but that’s how I see it. Amy
Madeleine Begun Kane
So beautifully sad!
dreamingthruthetwilight
That’s spunky female you’ve depicted in your poem. Death , I guess is a given..but physical pain..that takes a lot of grit to cope and surmount. It helps I guess to realise that evrything will eventually pass away…the pain too ….and may be , there is another patch of sky to let your eyes rest on.
Sharp Little Pencil
I’m counting on that patch of blue. The woman represents many men and women I’ve met in my life who have stared down Death and said, “I dare you.” Sometimes, healing is chemo that works; others, the healing is that final healing. Either way, it’s how the life is lived that counts to these folks. Thanks so much for coming to my blog! Amy
uponthewingsofnight
This poem reminds me of my departed sister Debby. She fought kidney cancer but in the end found her heavenly view. I was able to see her one last time before she left us and it was a great experience…a memory I will always cherish.