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Rooms Of Light

Just poetry, for those who still remember.

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Escaping the Chemicals

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A Poem

an apple being injected by three syringes
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Run away and escape the day
in my chair, I sing my song and it goes like this
counting down the days until I’m done with poison

Until I’m done with these nefarious chemicals entering my body
causing me nausea when I try to enjoy my happy meals
as much as you may try to ruin me and scratch my porcelain face

I am covered by unconditional love involving every single pore
I am lifted high above knowing that the end is coming aloha
Joy in my heart because all things must end and with each end is a new beginning

Time to hike beyond the hills and to reach the highest height
I dream of it every day and night the end of chemotherapy
When my life can resume. When I can reach for new things.

Aha, I did a new thing.
I am flying so close to the world of my dreams and nothing you say can hold me down.

Rooms Of Light
Rooms Of Light
Jenny Gargarello
Jenny Gargarello

Written by Jenny Gargarello

Bipolar Mystic. My writing style is a fusion of memoir, poetry, and prompt responses, offering a dynamic and deeply personal literary experience.

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