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Jan 2021
My flesh is screaming,

if the cancer is me,

Then cut me out

and set me free.

No more to endure

The sight of the shore,

While drowning capsized out at sea.



If I let myself go,

limbs aching and slow,

So close to that shore,

Then no more I’ll know

Of those I have missed

Of faces unkissed

Of drowning in tears of sorrow



But to them I will pass,

a pain that will last

Forever they’ll sail,

B’neath skies overcast.

A hurt so deep

A pain they'll keep,

My drowning will anchor them fast.



So tethered am I

to what I'm denied,

A childless mother

I must abide

By rules so cruel

Yet love is the fuel

And from drowning I shall not have died
Written by
Tansy Roekaerts
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