‘WINTER’ acrostic poem (Rachel)

Winghy, worrisome, worn out, watching for more signs of my demise,

I celebrate my Cancerversary of 3 years, time marches on, the tick, tock, ticking of my cancer clock,

Nobody knows when I will die, when my cancer will decide to come alive,

The toxic medicine they prescribe keeps me here, my saviour that hands me more time,

Exactly how long my ego wants to know,

Rest, relax, let this fretting go,

Winter (Jill)

Although I am in the winter of my life

The season of rot and death, Cold , wet and dark, Depression and hibernation, I still see the lifeGreen buds and shoots, White frost and coal fires, Snow days, Winter, like my life, it isn’t all bad…. but sometimes it feels like it. Roll on spring!

‘WINTER’ holds me safe, hibernating in my warm, safe, comfortable bed.

Let me burrow in my bed

Let me rest my weary head

Let my mind cease its spin

Let my sleeping journey begin

Hold me in your warmth, my sweet duvet delight, Lay there comfortable through this night

Stop myself from taking action

Let me burrow in my bed

Let me rest my weary head

Do not respond to clock or phone

Silence my radio

Let peace fill my anxious head

Pray,

Let me burrow in my bed

Collateral Cancer (Seren)

I don’t want to be mainstream, an icy stream of worlds frozen and not diverse.

I want to inhabit a cloak of silence this winter. Silent night of moonfull dark but, I see lunacy and my voice is not frozen.

I will not think the way you force us to, I will break the ice and every shattered piece will shout I AM DIFFERENT. Before melting, puddles of free speech on dark ground; unseen, incompatible, women.

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