Faith, poetry, Valentine's Day

Love, Cupid – Poem

Cupid's Span Sculpture in San Francisco-Flickr.com by Roshan Vyas
Cupid’s Span Sculpture in San Francisco-Flickr.com by Roshan Vyas

 

Dear Human,

I must tell you

there are not enough arrows

for those looking for Eros

and more than enough

that missed their mark

 discarded by

one or the other, or both

*

I must ration my arrows,

look for the best mark

a certifiable bullseye

for a gardener who tends to love

with hope, patience, faith

strong enough to withstand

 sorrow and grief

in a landscape of tomorrow’s

*

If I could convince you to

love and nurture yourself

pick up a discarded shaft

smooth the bend,

straighten the crack

and try once more

I would have plenty of arrows

to set in motion.

Love, Cupid

*

Have a lovely Valentine’s Day weekend with family, friends, or loved ones.

Breast cancer, Cancer, Empowerment, Faith, Fear, Healing, Hope, poetry, Stories, Writing

Empowerment through Poetry

 

And-in-the-end-its-not

Lately thoughts of cancer have floated through my mind. The word is still with a lowercase ‘c’, but it’s there, in my daily life.

I’ve learned to not stuff disturbing thoughts down into my body or heart. They always pop up somewhere, like an evil jack in the box.

When I try to stuff the thoughts, the feelings associated with the word ‘cancer,’ morph into capital letters until the word is entirely in CAPS like it’s screaming out.

I remember a phrase I read from a book whose author I can’t remember:

Feelings are energies that can be moved and transformed.

When I first read that sentence I thought “Wow, that’s empowering.” I get to direct my feelings, move them around, and create something else.

I can stop the stories in my head and create a new story.

So I grab a piece of paper and write out my thoughts, examine them, and try to figure out if I’m feeling anger, grief, fear, or all three.

Many times it’s not necessary to find ‘the answer,’ only to feel the feelings and examine the threads that make the word stand up in my mind.

Sometimes I thread those words together until they become something else, something not scary or ominous.

 

Lowercase cancer

I remember when

cancer had me by the breast

the slash, poison, burn

 a bald toxic dump.

Nurtured by family

powered by faith

seeds of hope planted

until a garden grew

a wasteland no more.

Dare you to try again

been there and back

you will meet defeat

little c

because now I’m not afraid

to die, after I’ve lived

If poetry isn’t your thing, you can also examine or deal with negative feelings by practicing meditation, deep breathing, journaling, listening to your favorite music, drawing, or reading something inspirational.

The point is you can stop the negative feelings in your head and create a new story in your heart.

Make new stories this weekend.