Sometimes when all the bustle of activity slows down
and I am alone in a quiet house.
My mind seeks the comfort of denial and distraction
and I find myself immersed.
The time and energy I have put into acceptance fades
and I am there again.
Wondering how could it be possible
and if my cancer is real.
Here in the prime of my life
and in the process of discovering my voice.
The silence expands as I look away
and I seek comfort in what will never be.