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Terminal Wasteland

© Shers Gallagher 2013

No longer burning up,
no longer freezing down,
no longer a body of wasteland,
I am freed of the prison of personal destruction,
from the itchy, pockmarked and sickly feeling 
walking close to death.
I have survived to kill the virus
that had encamped under my skin.
And the weight is returning,
the weight is now returning.
But my hair is falling, 
falling out like from a fall-out shelter.
Oh my, oh my.
What's to become of it all? 
It'll grow back...surely.
I'll kiss the sun.
I'll see the day again
to re-embrace life after all this nesting
in a terminal wasteland. 

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  1. You did it! Cheering. How come the hair is falling out now?

  2. I'm not really sure, Ien. It could be a final reaction to all the build-up of toxic meds, or to the once a week interferon shots I'm still taking. Only two more to go! But I don't know for sure. Dealing with it all in the meantime is the aggravation...still.

  3. Beautiful poem.
    Your hair will grow back, I know it will. :-)
    Glad you got this far and we are all proud of you!! xx

  4. I'm very proud of you Mom, I cannot even fathom how difficult and painful the past few months have been.

  5. Thank you all, thank you, son. xx

  6. Now taking in
    the light of a new spring
    clearing your path of the dead debris
    from a long dark winter.

    So happy that you're seeing the end of this ordeal, dear Sherway!! :-)

  7. I feel deeply moved by this poem. It's wonderful news, Shers, your body has reacted positively to the harsh treatment. Let the old hair fall down: the new hair will grow shinier and stronger. Your zest for life is returning and this is what matters. Brava!

  8. Strong woman!
    Can't imagine the patience this has required of you Shers!
    Oh yes, the hair will grow back and may this period in your life soon be but a distant memory.
    A healthy springtime awaits you,my dear!

  9. So glad to know that you`'re recovering from something so nasty and debilitating. Hang in there and yes, the sun will shine again.

  10. Thanks a million, Dani, Catherine and Bee! Your encouragement is heartfelt, knowing you three to be such inspiringly insightful and lovely individuals. I'm so glad to know you, chasing the blues away with your kind words.

  11. I applaud all the above comments, and wish you continuing health as we head into spring....(I saw my first daffodil today)...keep your spirits and that chin up...!♥!

  12. TY, Helena. Aah, the first daffodil. We have narcissus blooming as well...indoors, that is. :)

  13. I am so happy for you Shers...And I am sure your family rejoices in your recovery.

  14. Thank you, Nino. They've been through it with me, that's for sure. ;-)

  15. How did I miss that you'd been ill? I'm so sorry for not paying attention - and I'm so glad that you're returning to health. I like the idea of letting go of the old hair so that new can grow...


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