White Stag

Photo by Abbey James

What a wild story this is

When cancer came to destroy me

But instead, it gifted me with something

Irreplaceable, Irreversible

I should have been shattered

So why do I feel myself becoming invincible?

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My hair has been washed down the drain

My breasts are in the garbage behind the hospital

Next to a half-finished ranch salad

Twenty-five pounds of my body have melted off

Eight months of my life have come and gone while I was sleeping

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So how is it that there is so much of me left?

Yes, I do find it strange that I am feeling so powerful

It's because I saw with my own eyes what we all are asking for

I saw proof that God is kind

And that if I fall, someone will catch me

If I was an empty well, people would still gather

Not to take, but to give

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I saw with my eyes

The white stag that we all stubbornly hope for

What we muster up the strength to believe in

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Unconditional Love

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Now that I have fallen farther than I thought possible

And never hit the ground

I cannot return to being who I was before

I have seen too much

To be the same

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NIGHTBIRDE

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Nightbirde's book of poems titled "Poems for the Dark" is available on The Nightbirde Foundation's website with all proceeds directly benefiting women with breast cancer through Hope and Healing. https://nightbirdefoundation.shop/products/poems-for-the-dark

Photo by Abbey James