From Pieces To a Whole Woman

Cancer surgery eve

Photo by Molly Belle on Unsplash

I am staring at them: the good and the evil.

Feeling a resigned melancholy.
Mentally crying during this saddest shower,
The last one with them.
Some anxiety is kicking in
Just before the knife work.
Sharp and shiny blade,
Soon severing my skin,
Deep into my flesh,
Burning the bridge between
Old and future life.

A censorship.

This must be a reverie.
I am not here for real.
It’s just a dream, a parallel life.
It’s not me.
It cannot be me.
I have the best health and life style.
It’s not me.
It cannot be me.
Don’t do this to you.
Don’t think.
Accept.
Nothing else is possible.
Soon it will be over.
You will walk out of this ordeal
With a full existence still to live
Despite all …