ROOTS

Please stop dying
So, I can stop crying
Except I’m not
Because you’re not sick
Least not in front of me
Not for everyone to see
You’re sick at home
You transfuse blood alone
Every day I call
To make sure you’re alive
But mainly to check that your spark still shines
bright
But today
You sounded sad
You sounded tired
And you sounded defeated
I beg you to stop dying
Don’t sleep so heavy
Don’t give in
Don’t give up
Think of gin!
Think of him!
Think of them!
Think of her!
Think of me
Think of Brighton and the sea
Breathe
Breathe again
Inhale
Exhale
And repeat
Don’t let cancer be your defeat
I’ve never seen you back down from anything
Please stop letting cancer settle in
I know you don’t mean to
But you’re making the big C cosy
It’s nestled in deep
Taking roots in your body
Please start digging
And tell it you are some-BODY
To him
To them
To her
To me
Please stick around and see.

written by Natasha Bailie June 2017
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2 Comments

  1. Gânier Arzhelenn
    June 2, 2017 / 3:11 am

    Powerful poetry as always ! Simple and direct, I love it !

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