Once More into the Breach


The hounds of cancer are howling beneath the supermoon, calling my name. The riders of pain and fatigue following close on their heels hoping to trap me in their net of fear. There is a disconcerting tightening in the throat, while imagined sagebrush blows through the lonely streets of the mind. There will come a time when I lose my way, fatigue blocking the morning light and pains grip doesn’t loosen. When I can no longer make the doctors laugh. But in the words of Strider, “It is not this day”. Today I stand and fight with humour and courage that my family and friends let me borrow.  I float on a cloud of love and best wishes that keep me above the biting teeth below. Strength that I lack has been freely given. Thankyou

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