Healing Process * Completed Version By Tupacfan

So that one that I was working on from healing process, is actually now completed, its a long read by the way. Comments are welcome.

Healing Process

February 2007 I came very ill,
I felt something was wrong,
I had bruises, I was cranky,
Lost of life’s feel,
I couldn’t play with my kids for long.
The body was so hot inside,
I might have fried an egg,
Was in pain, all down my leg,
Went to see Dr. and quickly
He referred me to a lab.

Before to long they found unwanted cells
They invaded the platelet cells,
And red blood cell’s, and white ones having tea.
The white blood cells were body guards,
Protecting me from germs,
That made invaders squirm.
Red blood cells were round and strong,
And carried on their backs,
The oxygen my body needs to live and learn facts.
The platelet cells were sticky friends,
In charge of making clots,
Perhaps if I had cut,
They’d make the bleeding stop.

Well that’s the way it use to be,
Before the unwanted cells came,
I hadn’t met this inside world
I knew nobody’s name.
Those unwanted blood cells,
Called my bones and blood their home,
They squeezed away the good cells
This happen to be leukemia,
Dr’s said that their outlandish features,
Fit some clear criteria.

I learned a bunch of new words,
Once leukemia appeared
Like chemo, blast, and lymph gland
I know they sound all too weird.
I learned about the grand scheme,
To destroy these unwanted cells
I took potent medications
Till these unwanted cells yelled
Chemo, radiation therapies, strong meds
Made me tired,
Made my mouth feel raw
My hair covered the pillow
And left my head quite bald
I didn’t like these feelings
Asking me “is this true”
If I felt bad, the unwanted cells
Felt worst, and would melt in goo.

As time progressed, I began to distress
In search for a bone marrow,
I felt like a broken sparrow,
Questioning my life’s error,
leaving my soul in a dark terror.
I was pushed away by my ex,
When he learned of leukemia, I got next,
with a quick text.
I’m like what the ? , I’m turning to ? .
Gladly I departed my way
Like airport departures,
Taking my babies was his torture.

August 2008, my prayers were answered,
Blessed with a matched bone marrow,
I once was living on time barrowed
Thus had me screaming ? you cancer
Dancing in the rain like the reindeer prancer
Operation was successful, making me a survivor
Indeed a life fighter.

Along the way back in normalcy
There come leukemia remissions,
Into 2009, and twenty ten,
Something beautiful happen,
I met this kat from the bay.
He kept my fears allay
Somewhere along the way,we both lost ourfeel
Yea, I kind of felt played
Although we was nothing, but long deep
Conversations made me feel something.
Unconditionally open my heart,
I should have known from the start.
Not gon lie, for a minute I thought
I found me a ridah,
Instead a new found friendship
By choice he’s now my kinship.

April 2010, not recalling the date
I faced my fate, a ring from Dr.
Telling me Nita, “there’s a found match”
Lighting my soul like lit’s of matches
Coincidence my donor came from the bay
Left me with a wow I don’t know what to say.
Schedule for second round transplant,
Was slated for April 26th, Doc’s said
“my life is on he line, it’s 50/50 Nita”
50 percent chance I may survive
50 percent chance I may die
or go into the state of coma.
Well it’s May 13, 2010
After enduring silence for 32 hours
I’m still here.

For year’s I was both deaf and mute
In unawareness absolute
Striving to live the best I could,
Unconscious from cancer and misunderstood
The calendar consumed my mind,
Looking for life, perhaps love but did not find.
Success, elusive, held my heart,
Awaiting still a missing part.
Obeying rules and discipline,
Content that sun would earn my in,
I still ignored the higher call,
With spirit launching overhaul.
Until a sound disturbed my sleep
As ye doth, so shall ye reap
Disheartened that he’d call my bluff
I simply couldn’t do enough.
But grave enveloped all my need,
As he began to intercede,
I saw my striving turn to ash,
A giant bulk of balderdash.
And from the embers, sprung a root
That soon began to bear much fruit,
My life now, has a sweet aroma,
Wakened from a soul deep coma.

Miles yet to recover,
Language knows how to collect words
An even as I find pleasure in speaking
My soul’s spiritual entrance
Closes for the day
Like tape across my mouth
A peak comes to my desire
And poetic soliloquy pauses
My voice maybe still full of reason
Yet, my cheek pulls back my tongue
The comprehensive, by and large
Verse of a day ends
And learned free verses may be redundant
For a detailed expose to undertake uniqueness
I know my dwelling is of value to my creator
And of my elation
As in euphoric daze, with respect, I simply
Praise in a pensive prayer.




2pacfan/ May 13, 2010