As I lay in bed at night - at

2 am - I blink a few times but

am blinded by the absence

of light.

It is quiet outside - even the

crickets have gone to sleep -

no sound in the stillness of the twilight.

My world has stopped - at a

standstill - left on cancer

island with no true vision or

plight.

The inner strength and true

faith surfaces to tackle the

next stage of treatment - the

true fight.

Family and friendships

conform to those willing to go

the distance and become

more tight.

Silence, immobility,

blindness, fear, terror,

immortality, loneliness, and

anger all ignite.

All I can control - all I can do

throughout cancer chaos

is to stop and smell the lilies

of the night.