A journey of internal self-exploration while dealing with outer pain.
|Dear Breast Cancer,
I have awakened from my broken dreams
humbled, defeated, and crying.
They tell me I'm a courageous woman,
and the honor comes from trying.
I rise against anger and discontent
with the medics all surrounding.
Danger lurks in my immobility,
and it's change that is abounding.
In praying for a winning diagnosis,
with that lesson ascertained,
your attack on me is in the past, and
that is where my blame remains.
I've been propelled to a time of healing
and been urged to move toward
all those talents I had neglected,
and I'll receive my merited reward.
I haven't arrived, but I'm on my way.
Labels are no longer my thing.
I rise and coddle my New Dreams,
and all praise to Jesus I sing.