Calling all elements
Come right away
I am growing weak
It is you that I seek
Needing the Earth
Solid and steady
Scarred with the wounds
My life is unsteady
Chemo poison
Life is grave
Destroying my body
To eat cancer away
From anger and rage
To sickness and pain
I am growing tired
Under the strain
My liver is full
Of this disease
Stage 4 hopeless
ill at ease
Running out of options
Is nature, I now seek
Calling it to heal me
Please mend my physique
What I Seek.
Shall Be Found.
Whether by Sea, Sky
Or solid Ground
Dear Moon up high
Please be my guide
Bid me a safe journey
With guides by my side.
Renee Robinson