Cancer makes impossible-to-ignore demands-
rearrange your priorities
be content to be who you are
let go of the illusion of control
Cancer shines a light on what really matters
I try not to think trite thoughts
(Do or do not; there is no try)
but I can't get
Pachelbel's Canon in D or
Klimt's Kiss or
That which doesn't kill us....
out of my head
I could even
a party now
theme of "pink"
Neitzsche was wrong-
I don't feel any stronger
At least not yet
Even the cliched could sound sagacious
if conveyed from the mouth of Yoda:
"Your priorities, rearrange you must."
"Be who you are, if content you wish to be."
"Illusion of control, let go of you must."
"On what really matters, a light cancer shines."
Beings are wise, not because they can
comprehend the complicated, but
because they can
for the rest of us
"Makes us stronger, hmm?, that which kills us not."