My Sanity

I know it's not the same for all, but cancer wants to make me crawl. It took from me most every joy, such petty things seem to annoy. I can't enjoy my favorite foods, or bottoming bi-polar moods. I cannot sing, I cannot dance, there is no chance of new romance. But what am I supposed to do? I count my gifts, I have a few. I take a walk, the air is cold, the sky is blue, the clouds are gold. And I have friends who help me out, they banish fear, and banish doubt. And I still have my poetry, my work, my life, and sanity. So I will focus every breath, on love, and grace, and life not death.