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Black Iris

Nae's Nest —  January 1, 2012 — 1 Comment

Black Iris

The world of the Black Iris
Bone chilling cold
Encased in darkness
Poised to strike any sign of weakness
Damp, chilling, black ice cold
Easy to overcome

The cold of the Black Iris
Thin icy pedals easy to crack
Black ice dangerous attack
Breathtaking beauty vile to the eyes
Beguiling evil that will hypnotize
Proceed with care use great caution

The cold of the Black Iris
Black Iris makes her move
When all is calm
She springs forth in the night
Taking root in the heart of her host
Draining the warmth filling with ice

The cold of the Black Iris
Body freezing on a cold slab
Lowered into the earth all is black
Black Iris tossed upon the grave
Laughing at its prey

The cold of the Black Iris

by Renee Robinson

My Journey With Cancer

Nae's Nest —  January 1, 2012 — 1 Comment

December 2, 2010

 

Dear Diary,

A mass the size of a baseball is located in my lower abdomen. After much testing, the Doc says it appears to be a non-cancerous cyst full of fluid. I am to have another ultrasound in about 4 weeks to see if it is still there and is still causing me pain.

Yesterday, I had both a colonoscopy & endoscopy. A small polyp was found in my colon and was burned off. A routine biopsy was performed in the resected area of my colon.

The endoscopy reveals numerous ulcers and irritation in my stomach lining. The Doc took a biopsy of the infected area. I am now taking 17 pills a day….no wonder my stomach is a mess!!

I am to take meds and have another endoscopy in 1 month. Pray all biopsies come out good!!!

 

My Journey With Cancer

Fight To The Death

Nae's Nest —  January 1, 2012 — 1 Comment

My body held hostage, bound and restrained

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DeathRow

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DeathRow

What have I done?

What is my crime?

To walk this last mile, be condemned for all time?

My number is up

I sit in death row

Watching a demon, hearing him crow

Alone in this cell, awaiting a stay

Please save me! Take the demons away

Being tormented, a daily disaster

Constantly reminded of the hereafter

What is it like?  What will it be?

Why is it chasing after me?

Watching a rat run in my cell, a constant reminder of my hell

Gnawing away my self-esteem, taking all that creates my being

Tired of pacing, I lay down to rest

Unable to do so

Dreams

Demons infest

Would it be better

To give in

Let the demon feed

Let the demon win

The Right To Survive

The greatest battle

None other compares

No other rival

The most difficult fight one can encounter

Started out strong but now I falter

So hard to fight, such a long journey, toward a land, I am just learning

The road splits its tongue into a fork

I am a trophy, being chased for sport

Demon is pleased to make me cry, his laughter evil, his words lie

Making my heart shed great tears, filling me up with great fears

Take me away

Spare me this sentence

Dear God Save Me!

I beg in repentance

What did I do?

What is my crime?

Somebody save me

I am running out of time

by Renee Robinson

 

Tears Of The Tree

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Tears Of The Tree

Fire burns in the land
Flames shouting out
Beating a path
A trail of havoc
And wrath
A great flame
Rises up, lashes out
A searing flash
Across my back
Pain and agony
Where to run
Where to hide
Trail of fire
After me
Burning flesh
Searing pain
Agony

I will die
I will die

Hiding under
A great willow
Weeping branches
Surround me
Tears of the tree
Envelope me
My tears mingle
With the tree
Flame is searching
Flame all around
Tears of the tree
Shelter me
Holding me close
Willow so mighty
Willow so strong

What makes you cry?
What makes you cry?

I cry for you
I cry for all
I will shelter
From the storm
I will hold
And keep you warm
I am compassion
My tears are for you
Stay with me
If you believe
I will protect thee
Nothing will
Harm you
Have faith
Have hope
You may rest
I will soothe

Do not cry
Do not cry

Leaving on the
Great tree
Feeling the strength
Shielding me
Weeping branches
Protecting from harm
No more pain
No cause for alarm
Only rest
I am so tired
The flame is
Burning low
Small fire
Losing
Power

It will die
It will die

by Renee Robinson