He does not listen to my Prayers

Before each appointment I prayed,
hoping to remain woman whole,
at each appointment, I’m betrayed.

My entreats are to no avail,
the One Who Mends a fairy tale.
God why have Thou forsaken me?
Feeling alone so utterly!

Before each test result I prayed,
though His long silence took its toll,
with each test result, I’m betrayed.

If you lift this dark heavy veil
I will forget this betrayal.
Show me you care, my solemn plea,
please give up this divine ennui.

Before each procedure I prayed,
bitterness nibbled at my soul,
with each procedure, felt betrayed.

Another Mass card in the mail,
others wish that I will prevail.
So now in Lourdes they pray for me;
petitions sent over the sea.

Before each surgery I prayed,
in my heart a sad hungry hole,
after surgery, left betrayed.

Friends prayed in churches, temples; they’ll
be my rock as my own faith frail;
a spiritual refugee;
still I clung to my rosary.

Before final treatment I prayed,
my final imploration roll,
treatments done, no longer betrayed.

Devotions - now my holy grail;
as natural as to exhale;
sung to the moon or on bent knee;
I know that God is there with me.



Saraband Sonnet:  [a – x – a] [b – b – c – c ] rhyme , 8 syllables



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"the C-word"  13+: emotional, poignant, funny poems written about my experiences having cancer




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