A Chemo Standoff at a Window to the Pyrenees

My head barely stays on top. It swirls and wants to fall off. But I’m not going to let it bounce around in front of all of us. I will let my heart fall in front of you and cry and cry and cry, and we will all take comfort in that sound of our hearts joining in tears. I wont make the same mistake again to lock everything up in a casket and not let you see who I am, was, and will be. Even further I will do everything I can to open your wooden overcoat and let our hearts join in a drunken jig.

With defiance, I stand at my morning window;
arms folded with bold courage saying bring it on motherfucker. I’m going to do this and you wont’ shake me. Ok, yes,
you will shake me,
but right now you won’t break me.

Boldly at my morning window.
Tears and snot fall down my face
on to my folded arms in bold defiance.
A glare on my face that yells out
you do not
want to
fuck
with
me.