Time Shift

Wrote my first poem of 2014 this morning:

Time Shift

Since the moment I learned that
an enemy agent had infiltrated my breast
and would need to be dislodged
with an assassin’s knife,
my life has been filled with
strategy sessions and
commando campaigns
controlled by specialized generals,
rather than myself.
Accustomed as I am
to storing my hours in a measuring cup
and doling them out meticulously
according to the red lines on the side,
I now see my days run away from me
like carelessly spilled water
escaping through the nearest crack.


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18 responses to “Time Shift

  1. Wishing you well, Ruth, I know it’s easy for me to say, but keep positive. All the very best thoughts channeling your way from one writer to another. Cheryl.

  2. I’m so sorry to hear of your battle, but so glad we have such great “weapons and generals” at your disposal. I battled an “enemy agent” last year in my brain–and I won. My thought and prayers are rooting for you!

  3. “Accustomed as I am
    to storing my hours in a measuring cup”

    Oh, I love this!

    I don’t love what you’re going through, obviously. But those especially those two lines, yes.

  4. Ah, that helpless feeling isn’t fun Ruth. You caught it very well in you poem. When is the procedure or have the ‘generals’ set a date yet?

    • The surgeries are done. We’re waiting for the incisions to heal. I’ll start radiation therapy probably the first week of February. I met with my radiation oncologist today.

  5. giorge thomas

    And it’s a goodie!

  6. giorge thomas

    Reminds me of a poem I wrote of my own surgery.

  7. pam YQ

    Ruth , now I understand. Wishing you well as always

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