The Black & White Poet
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4 Years
See that scar across her hair?
Not as visible, to the world out there.
First a baby, and an MRI
A c-section surgery. And a blurry eye.
An optic nerve filled with a “cyst like” tumor
A random doctor, telling me to do this sooner...
Actual WILL documents now, being signed,
“Do you understand? On the dotted line!”
A newborn wondering, where is mom?
A church praying, before I'm gone.
BEHOLD, a Lion, walking up and down
While I lie there breathing, in my hospital gown
Powerful, protective, but fierce is He
I saw his eyes, they stared back at me..
“Now honey, please! Just count to three
Breathe in this mask, and look at me!...
It's okay,
you won't hallucinate,
We will try
to control this fate!”
Now, “Wake up! Wake up!
Can you tell me your name?!”
“What hospital are you in?...”
Can I hide in shame?
Flashes of God, and hands on my face
Suddenly life
didn't feel like a race....
Where is this Lion? Is it time to go?
They said I had cancer
But now it's a no?!...
Singing to my baby, rocking slow
Watching all
the years unfold..
These Seizure now, they come and go
The hospital check ups
that are on the go...
Sometimes I cry over what could be.
Sometimes I cry over what happened to me.
Will my hair grow back, do people see?
All these levels
Of insecurity?!
God constantly
putting me in my place
Focus on Him - finish this race.
“But God do you hear me? When I cry?
Why was I saved, and not left to die?!”
A purpose reenforced into my life,
He said, “Share this love - don't let it hide”.
BEHOLD, a Lion, walking up and down
While I lie there crying on the ground.
Powerful, protective, but fierce is He
I saw his eyes, they stared back at me...
Though I fight a battle no one sees
And I live with all these insecurities
Powerful, protective, fierce is He...
Because today I'm 4 years,
cancer free.
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4 Years
4 Years