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My Storm
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My Storm How to say it? It feels so awkward. It feels melodramatic. I feel I am keeping a Dirty secret and it is Affecting me like a dam Raised to stop a river, My river of words. I have so much to say but Unless I share my secret I Feel I have no right to speak, Nothing will be true . The words are simple. But the words sound wrong. Perhaps I want to deny it And words make it real. Oh, can't I hide from this storm? How can I hide from it If I declare the facts? The tidal wave of emotions That just thinking of it brings... Maybe, if I remain quiet And refuse to utter them Words won’t turn on me When they used to be my friend. Alas my logic then Is as faulty as it gets. Turning from the truth. Only diminishes my power. Perhaps a declaration Is actually the next step In gaining some of that Strength which power gives And I will be true again. Maybe, if I say it Maybe I’ll get to live. Is it safe to say it here? I would not care to overstep. That’s just the problem, really With this thing I cannot say. To say it anywhere aggrieves. I will just say it then. And in telling, stand tall. When I face the ugly truth I can become a fighter. I can see it through. Deep breath….. I need a liver transplant. Or I will surely die. I have two years they say. So already I am working To qualify for surgery And make my body strong So that I may be worthy Of that new gift of life If God should see fit To give me this chance. This is huge. It is at once an act of hope And of courage and of faith, But all the while Utter fear and disbelief Drum in my heart at times So loud I cannot think. Now I’ve said it. Now I am bold. Be bolder. That was my New Year’s Resolution Ironic as it seems. I chose to live a bolder life And now this bold new Storm has chosen me. Kathy Adams November 3, 2014 It’s about a month after hearing my diagnosis, which was cirrhosis of the liver, non-alcoholic, with a cancerous tumor which has been treated already. I ask not for sadness, but welcome prayers and positive thoughts, any questions are fine. This is my opportunity to be all that I can be!

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on November 7, 2014

As I read your poem, I sensed that it was very psychological (not philosophical like Regis stated). You kept mentioning a secret, and eventually, at the end, revealed it.

I suggest that you get the best medical advice you can and go forward with whatever procedures are necessary to alleviate the problems. I'm sure you will recover and come out a better person.

Ron

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Your heart poured through this, Kathy. I'm responding to this because I am just emerging from a tough physical challenge myself; one that stole (for a season) my ability to work. Physical challenges are never easy. Speaking for myself it changed my focus very much. We take much for granted in this phase of life; walking, breathing, speaking, seeing, thinking, etc. I will never take anything for granted again. If you're a believer in the Gospel of the Most High Christ then you know that He never gives us more than we can handle. I found comfort in that, and it helped me stay focused daily on the true source of all life. All the best...

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

I am sending a storm of prayers your way. Praying that a suitable donor will be found soon.

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by Budd Nelson

prayers are sent

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on November 6, 2014

Yes, Kathy; you provide much to think about via your verses here. Thank you for sharing your philosophical point of view. Also, I extend my very best wishes and prayers to you.

Regis