Hope

Hope

I have a cancer in my heart;

a growing viscous tumour,

that threatens to crush my soul.

I stand in the idolatry of bitterness

listening for even the smallest sound,

the slightest whisper.

Yet I would irradiate these thoughts

and for the cheapest cost.

I am ready to accept cure;

to have the high surgeon operate,

put his hand into my open wound

and slice out this pregnant lump.

For I will not stare at death,

not while I still have hope.

 

5^th April 2010