Under a lovers gaze stoic and stubborn
I fight for you,
in watchful waiting the power of my mind
spurs me on…
The tiredness of these determined efforts for you,
to strive is hard to do.
With strength needed as not to succumb
I walk on and on,
for there can never be amongst this pain
nothing left for you ?
Don’t ever think I do not clearly see
for if only my eyes could shut out all,
to mar, inflict distress, destroy the purity of,
impair, fatally ruin – All this !
Through my smiles, the anguish of my heart,
flows in time with this wretched beast
as it continues it’s wicked path.
Under my lovers gaze, I fight for you.
*“There is freedom within
There is freedom without
try to catch the deluge in a paper cup,
there’s a battle ahead, many battles are lost”
*Extract from the Song “Don’t Dream Is Over” by Crowded House Written by Neil Finn 1987
Photo courtesy: Matt Rutherford @ www.mattrutherford.com
© Susie Hemingway 2010
10 May, 2010
Under A Lovers Gaze.
Labels:
cancer fight,
chemotherapy,
freedom of pain,
multiple myeloma
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9 comments:
Very strong,hart poem Susie!
Congrulations..
Your poetry says in a few succinct lines what it might take another to say in a book, Susie. The image is set in my head and in my heart as I pray for you and your beloved Hamada.
Thanks Aslan for your good comprehension of my words x
@ Sandy Thanks, These past few difficult days throw-up heartfelt words - sometimes not always easy for the reader to comprehend - I am pleased that I manage to convey my frustration and total dismay - thank you for your understanding x
Please keep an eye out for my post:
"From Little Acorns" which will be posted next !
Susie,
How my heart aches for you.. I check often for some good news, a turn in the curve.. your poetry captures such emotions and the journey.. seek comfort in knowing that we are all out here.. hoping, praying, wanting it all to be better.
this one made me cry, it is so beautiful. I wish Greg (my caregiver) had a way to express himself and what all HE is going through alongside me. I guess his way is going fly fishing. But what is he thinking/ feeling?
I can definitely feel this, Susie, probably more with this poem than maybe any other of yours that I've read... Beautiful, powerful, frustrated, exhausted, sad, defiant: all are here.
Thank you Barbara for your kind thoughtful words which so helped with this latest disappointment.
@KT I am sure that Greg feels your pain terribly and takes his feelings off fly-fishing so as not to upset you. We send our love and wish you so much good luck with your new regime. Stay strong and positive.
Thank you dear Walt,
You are so right, this poem contains all those emotions and once out, helps me to continue again in my supportive role. Our best wishes to you and Martha x
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