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Poets & Storyteller's prompt is "Celebration". I merged the two.
No Promises
“Realize deeply that
the present moment
is all you ever have.”
- Eckhart Tolle.
The stomach churns.
I don’t want to believe it.
But I must.
The dragons of fear
Cast long shadows.
Shadows that foretell
Nameless loss and pain.
Pain with names too.
Do I battle? Fight it?
Can I fight it?
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No secrets held here,
It is a waiting game.
A glimpse of hope
Not a flash, a flicker,
Stirs now and then.
Is it an illusion?
A soft cradle of hope?
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A fringe technique
With a name too long
And no promises.
Is it a cure?
Or just a delay?
Is it too early to celebrate?
Only time will tell.
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Time does tell—
Silence.
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The name too long? Bevacizumab.
ReplyDelete(Said quickly three times while standing in a chalk pentangle and you will get sucked into the underworld.)
LOL
DeleteAwww, I think you might hope for a happier ending, given a little more time.
ReplyDeleteWe are all more than ready, eager in fact, to celebrate but as you have aptly noted it is too early to tell what the results of our hopes will be.
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of the U.S. military cemetery on the beach area of Northern France, names and no names. Total of near 93,000 in 10 European U.S. cemeteries in World War 2.
ReplyDeletep.s. (May bore you) Update on my story today. "I still have the car and drive it. We are Texas, they have classified it as a Texas Antique Auto meaning at least 25 years old and I don't drive or use it for work or school. Low insurance rates and I only have to renew its license once every five years."