By Lourdes D. Heras
These six-letter dreadful words I hear
In solitude’s embrace, in the shadow of darkness, I battle unseen, unheard.
Cancer you said?
This cruel touch, a relentless and silent one, has come into my temple.
Starting today after hearing the word, my nights and days are devoid of light, my heart, my heart, my mind.
I wage a war, obscured from sight.
No hand to hold, no comforting embrace, no I love you, No WE will beat this fight or be OK.
All I hear... is just whispered prayers in this empty space.
In the depths of isolation, many fears in silence cross my mind.
I dare not say, I dare not think of what it would be if …
I pick myself up and fight.
I love ME, I love YOU body.
In solitude, I become a soldier in the darkest of nights, keeping watch.
You will be okay, I promise that!
Albeit, the endless nights, I walk this path alone.
My voice still echoes, a quiet drone.
You will be okay, I promise that!
For in my struggle, I raise a plea, a cry for awareness, for all to see.
Again, can you see, can you please comfort me?
In this solitude, I scream and cry inside my mind.
All I need is a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Someone to tell me: You will be okay!
In the absence of you, my voice echoes, a quiet drone.
You will be okay, I promise that!
Cancer knows no boundaries, one in eight; it strikes without warning, fulfilling its cruel greed.
So let us stand united, hand in hand, to fight this foe, to make a stand. No one deserves to be in solitude.
Finally, I am not alone. SBC brings forth the light.
That gentle touch, that love you yearn for, an ear that listens and gives bear hugs.
For in solidarity, we find our strength and together, we will go to any length.
You will be okay, I promise that!
As for you
Yes, YOU
If these cruel six-letter words strike your beloved, be the love, the warm and light in the darkness.
Whisper these words: You will be okay, WE will be okay – I got your back!
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