Living in the Now

The start of the next Cancer Diary. I was waiting for my Chemo results.

 

Sat in the waiting room.

It’s dark in there,

stress in every corner,

pulling at your sleeve.

Telling stories…

make-believe,

dreams

of bright tomorrows,

for those

who play the game.

 

Sitting alone….yet not.

Surrounded by memories,

cold ashes of past lives.

I can’t stay here,

tied to the past,

while looking for a future.

A life that used to be.

 

I’m back now,

in a world I understand.

For me

there is no past,

no future,

only the now.

I’m living in the now.


 

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ionicus

As you rightly say, Mike, it is no use looking at the past or trying to anticipate the future. To use a football analogy, you have to play one game at the time and hope for the best. You have shown in your writing a determined resilience and that does you proud. It’s good to see your fighting spirit in this new environment. Chin up, my friend.
Best wishes, Luigi

jay12

This is a very honest write. I’m sorry to read that you’re sick. I send you all my best wishes man.

capricorn

Hi Mike,
Thanks for sharing this very moving poem. ‘Stress in every corner, pulling at my sleeve’ says it all. Living in the Now is a great attitude which I feel sure will help you. You will be in my thoughts.
Eira

pronto

Now is the only time any of us can use Mike. A poignant poem of courage and hope. Thanks for sharing this and good luck.