Rage Against the Close of Day

I know I’ve been quiet here. There haven’t been many words that have been writable. Mostly I’ve had one litany running through my head. 

Fuck cancer. Fuck it straight to hell. 

I’m exhausted from saying goodbye. Emotionally I feel eviscerated. I literally can’t even with cancer anymore. 

I have so many thoughts for what I want in 2017. But right now I am looped in a mourning cycle that hasn’t even fully begun. 

and since it falls unto my lot

that i should rise and you should not 

i’ll gently rise and softly call

goodnight and joy be to you all 


About texancountess

I find myself in the calming roar of the sea, floating gently on the foam of the breaking waves. Blue. Green. Gray. The colors of the sea mark the boundaries of my soul. The tumbled glass finds its polish under the relentless pounding of the waves upon the shore. Thus am I. Rough transitioning to polish, refinement ever a process, finding my niche in the storms of life.
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3 Responses to Rage Against the Close of Day

  1. I love you, sweet friend.

  2. San says:

    I am sorry :( I hate cancer.

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