While my defense system’s
Bubble of numbness protects
My spirit from collapse
I feel cheerful
More often than not
Because
A cheerful state of mind
Has been
My modus operand over
Most of my life, and
That’s especially
True whenever
The going gets rough
However, if you ask
How long will
This cheerful demeanor
Prevail? I’d reply—I have
No conscious clue, though
My power of intuition
Suggests that
Something is
Bound to happen that
Will pop the bubble, which
Safeguards me
Temporarily, from
Falling into the state of
Emotional pain that
Awaits to claim me
Once
I am able to
Land on my feet
Feeling
More grounded in
Personal strengths than
Ever before
And thus do we see
My processor devising
A plan in which
Despair is cast
To Timbuktu in
Favor of my sense of
Wholeness withstanding
The inevitability of
The emotional reaction that
Will surely emerge from
Within the depths of
My core after
I’ve mustered
The courage to
Balance
The cruel reality that
Will be mine to
Bear, bolstered by
An abundance of
Loving support with which
My strength of
Spirit has truly been blessed
🙋🏻♀️Annie
Still awaiting
A call from
My surgeon and
Oncologist concerning
My case, scheduled for
Presentation at
This week’s
Tumor conference
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