The lioness ran all over the garden.
The lioness could not stay idle or be still.
The lioness was independent and
feared being stuck in a place, alone.
Then a tumor showed up on her leg.
The lioness roared, “This is not important
it will get better soon!”
After the radiation and surgery
the lioness was jumping and moving fast.
The lioness roared, “Nothing is wrong with me!”
The lioness,
forgetful,
playing with her leg, caused the infection.
She now was moving
but slowly.
Now the lioness was under watch for her own protection.
The lioness kept roaring that she is OK.
Another infection and she now was in bed
her paws tied up and not understanding why.
The lioness could no longer even scratch her face.
She was angry, fearful and confused.
The lioness can no longer walk.
The lioness has to face and accept
what she feared the most
for the greatest part of her life.
The lioness was alone, chained to a bed.
Confused,
crying for help.
Let go of resistance said a voice.
Accept what is and
suffering will end!
And so the healing continues …
Copyright .2013 by Shervin Hojat
Recently, my mother had to give up her apartment to live in assisted living with a difficult roommate, giving up her telephone and computer with email. She does seem to be taking it gracefully.
Ron
Sad to say.... your poem does not do anything for me. My view is that it is okay for the Lioness to act the way she does, being in fear will not help her achieve anything. My opinion is that she is a strong lion to the end. People who have terminal illnesses DO NOT FEAR THEIR ILLNESS. Look at all those cancer patients, they are bald and beautiful, and yet none of them fear their own illness. They are staying strong to give emotional support to their own families.
Anyway... just my 2 cents to this poem.
Sandie