Saturday, November 27, 2010

peace shamed the ghost

stephanie and thanksgiving 201
Curled in a ball
of spasms
unglittered
unpainted
undone.

Belly convulsing
heaving
where tears
were stuck
turning acid.

Soul jabbed
its own
and tormented
a girl who
groaned.

Last Christmas
with her
life-giver in
dark reality
spread.

As cancer
in bones
reared high
tethering in
steel.

Metal replacing
marrow
strength
absorbed
consumed.

Raging insides
calmed
at brave
fearless eyes
shown.

Peace shamed
the peering
now shrinking
diminishing
ghost.
AWA 11/27/2010

This is for thehighcalling.org’s  Random Act of Poetry
Noel Ghosts: A Christmas Giveaway
(note: as it is somewhat nuanced, for my friends and family who read, this poem speaks of when I was literally sick in my stomach—my stress response since I was a little girl--our last Christmas with mom, the same one we found out her cancer had gone to her bones and we were looking at months…)
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