The Surprise of Pain
Late at night.
The tubes around you dripping.
The pain in your belly reminding you are alive,
But there is a cost to remain.
Work to be done and the unknown
Will always be more than the known.
You are surrounded by more love than you knew existed.
Surprising, durable stuff.
Far more pervasive than you were led to believe
When you were younger.
There is a reason we grow older,
To appreciate finally the richness and power of the gifts we are given
Before it it too late,
And there is no one to share them with.
About this Poem
Just getting to writing and not much at that. I will write more as I feel less damaged. Surrounded by my wife and and daughter , with my sister and a niece coming at the end of the week.
There is lots to the process of healing from this thing. At dinner we wondered why being part of the process never includes chocolate cake or raspberries. Only hard things.