Monday, June 9, 2008

worst way to end a life

RADIATION REVISITED



This week brought me back to that place

Almost 4 years ago I had known it well

A daily routine spanned over six weeks

Then, a girl of sixteen yet so much wiser

My last bit of hair banded into petite pigtails

Keeping my head up and eyes straight ahead

Overlooking the elderly outnumbering me all to one

And shocked eyes following every movement

They seemed to think out loud

Disbelief and denial creeping in

Will she put on a gown or her mother?

Ignoring the obvious absence of hair

I would return clothed in the temporary apparel

How lucky some felt to know long healthy years

Silently I knew I had prevailed

Aware I had stirred the stale air

After visiting the special room

For minutes lesser than a power nap

I would transform back into the teenager

Only until I returned the next day

Shutting that door after 6 weeks.

Now I was back at that place

Even on the elevator I smelled it

The haunting familiar smell of times ago

A chilling revelation that I was back again

Partly by choice, partly by need

The basement hallway before me

The doorway on the left after the indoor pool

The same face greeted me

A different hairstyle-updated, I guess

It was out of place to be back

The ungreased stiff door reopening

A flashback in reality and not in mind

I headed towards the dressing rooms again

A memory awakened from deep within

A natural instinct to grab a folded gown

From the back shelf and then into a stall

I straightened the curtain and took a deep breath

After removing my red t-shirt of more recent times

I draped the scratchy gown around me

Finding the cheap ribbons immediately

I hesitated and looked in the mirror

I suddenly had to step closer

Was I really seeing that

Or were my tired eyes tricking me?

A woman with hair-for once

I saw very deep, glossy eyes

Someone could easily get lost

I had a realization

I truly have grown up

The radiation would be treating a woman now

Her deep eyes still puzzling me

The reflection stirring the still air

The wisdom within them intimidating

Begging me to keep going


words of my mother

she only beat cancer once

she was a hell of a fighter though :(

I miss you mom

*crying*

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