Oak Tree

Nae's Nest —  March 18, 2013 — Leave a comment

It started out as a seed.

No one knew it was there

It planted itself. It was fulfilling a need

Slowly it began to grow

No one even noticed

Roots getting deep in the ground

It was just a matter of time

Soon if would be found

Its veins began to branch out

This was in the fall….

When the pain first hit, taking my breath along with it

What was wrong? What has happened?

I was taken to emergency

Treated with great care, with medical urgency

The seed made its announcement

Finally it had been found

It was growing inside of me

I was its common ground

No wonder this seedling stayed hidden

Hiding its hideous face

Finally growing so big and ugly

Taking up much of my colon space

It had to be uprooted, Along with some body parts

I underwent some grueling treatment

All those who know and love me

Suffer, with broken hearts

A few years have gone by

It seems some seed was left behind

Just when we think we have it beaten

It finds another place to hide

And so now I’ve gone from stage 1 to 4

I am a breath away from death’s  door

In spite of this, I’ve found comfort

As I was blessed with a vision

A seed was planted

I watched it grow

Into a grand old Oak

I reached out to touch the tree

The tree reached and touched me

And saw that my arm was a branch

And my feet were deeply rooted

I felt the strength of the tree

Soaring up inside of me

Tree of life, tree of knowledge

Protecting me, what a privilege

My feet firmly on the ground

Mother Earth’s energy all around

Fueling me up with new hope

Immersing me in new found Light

Helping me to continue to fight

It started out as a seed

It planted itself. It was fulfilling a need

I felt the strength of the tree

Soaring up inside of me

Reminding me of agape love

My eyes shift to heaven above

The Divine is always on my side

Unlike cancer which chooses to hide

No matter the outcome of my fight

Nothing will ever turn out light Light

Renee Robinson

Nae's Nest

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I find myself "Dancing With Cancer", problem is...I can't dance. I stumble, bumble, and get pulled along. To keep my sanity, (humor me), I write short stories, a journal, musings and poetry....just about anything goes.

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