By Jerilyn Young
My body is a vessel
Navigating ocean waves
Pushing
Pulling
Flowing sensations of unknown
Preparing for rough seas ahead
No land in sight
No anchor to drop
I must become the waves ~
Living in their movement
Their swells
Their surges
I pray to rest in the breeze of their ripples
Washing away the internal sludge
Only to be morphed back into the surf
Rising
Falling
Embracing the current I become a wavelet ~
Gently tossed to shore
I feel my hands grasp tightly
What wasn’t there
Solid ground
My existence
About Jerilyn: I was diagnosed with triple negative breast cancer (TNBC) in April 2022. I wrote this poem in the throes of my chemo treatment in the summer of 2022. I took this photo the year before I was diagnosed. Little did I know how symbolic that picture became.
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