Walking up this shaking plank, With dust-uncovered eyes, Away from that. Towards this. Is this It?
Using all these shrunken legs, Carrying a thin neck, A pain in the neck. On this plank. It ends There?
Holding moods of dark and cold, A bitter grin begins, On my thinning neck. On this plank. I am Now.
INSPIRATION I wrote this not long after having finished my chemo and radiation treatment for stage 4 throat cancer. Having just passed the 5-year mark the other day, I came across this old poem. The legs are less shaky now, although the neck is still thin!