Hi All, I recently posted a poem by Linda Ellis called The Dash, which I absolutely love.
She wrote this poem when her father was dying from cancer. This something I can relate to, and also can others.
I have tried to teach my children not to detest, insult, berate but I cannot follow my own advice when I am so filled with hate.
You are slowly stealing my father and though some would say this is God's will those words will never stop me from despising you, still.
Yes, I hate you, cancer like I've hated nothing before, I've cried so much, my eyes are dry for tears...there are no more.
If only I could fight you, my anger alone could win the bout; I would crush you down to ashes until "surrender!" you would shout.
And if you were a mighty tree, I would destroy you limb by limb until you swore to put an end to all the pain you're causing him.
What gives you the right? What gives you the power? Just who do you think you are? You have no feelings or compassion for all the many lives you scar.
If I were a scientist, I'd focus on finding the key to your demise; just like those cowards on 9-11, you attack with heartless surprise.
You personify evil; you are wicked and cruel. You thrive on other's sorrow... like cars run on fuel.
You are forever my enemy, my nemesis, my foe, but before you take my best friend, there's something you should know...
He hasn't relinquished his dignity; his inner strength shall persevere and you'll never have the satisfaction of realising his fear.
Because if you had a face, he would look you straight in the eye and say to you what he's said to me... that he's not afraid to die.
You may have chosen his last day and though he may be near it, your power has it's limitations, because you'll never break his spirit!
