Death Talks

Death Talks

A Poem by Joy C
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Did you know that it's over 30% of chance for cancer to relapse? I didn't. This is just how I felt when my mom told me....

"

 

Listening to my mom
Listing her demands of
How to bury her

 

Fear, guilt,
Woven a tight net
Around my heart
Gripping it to the brink of exploding

 

Fighting the urge of clasping my ears
I have to listen
No one is willing

 

Mom needs a place
To dish it all out
And I will be her garbage can
Swallowing all her tears and pain

 

The least I can do

© 2008 Joy C


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You have wisely seen the delimma of a difficult asspect of living. I lost my wife in December, 2007. I have been learning by going to an international volunteer organization called griefshare (griefshare.com) This local group off shoot from griefshare has helped tremendously. I am learning to live as a single and enjoy life. It is a process that takes good support system. I have always been strong and resolute and this was a storm against my soul that was greater then all the storms put together and lasted longer. But my days of joy are returning now and I am more understanding to others and I appreciate and love all people more. So there can be benefits that come from such a rough filled. It just takes a whole lot more plowing. Thanks for the insightful write.


Posted 15 Years Ago


Joy C, you have captured such raw emotion with this piece. I lost someone very close to me to cancer, and this stanza perfectly expresses the feelings I experienced:

Fear, guilt,
Woven a tight net
Around my heart
Gripping it to the brink of exploding

Powerful write.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Added on June 17, 2008

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Joy C
Joy C

richmond, Canada



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