Shut In
It isn’t the weakness and sickness so much
Nor is it the staring at food that’s untouched
Not even the wondering if we will win
And whether I’ll finish the race that is mine.
Today it’s the knowledge of life going on
Outside the small world of my invalid bed
I used to be part of in days before this
But now feel shut off from, unable to help
To meet and to work with, to be knitted in
So used to a value that’s based on my deeds
Get out, make a difference, do wonders for God.
Well now it’s not possible, just can’t be done.
Accept and adapt to this other existence
Is all I can do, find my worth in myself
It’s not what I do but it’s who I can be
Has your cancer experience inspired you to write about it?
Another poetry piece by Lynette
