Mourning DoveAfter all this time She still finds me No matter where I wander or land She wakes me with Her melancholic coo Singing to her lover Calling him home, “This is your home” she sings “Beside me.” After all is sung She builds a nest in the cavity of my breast Calling me home My home – within me.
Sometimes when I’m in the midst of an intense experience, I can’t really write about it just yet. I usually need to give it some room and space.
I wrote this poem back in April while sitting out in my front yard listening to the mourning doves coo. I have a few more poems and paintings I will be sharing over these next few days leading up to my bilateral mastectomy, June 12th.
I feel so held and safe on this journey. I’ve come to the understanding that this cancer is just another experience I’m having – not much different from Officer Candidate School (twice), childbirth (twice), going to war (twice) – all of these involved pain and suffering but amazing gifts as well.
Since my diagnosis I’ve received an outpouring of love and support. More importantly, I’ve gained a deeper sense of belonging in this life that I struggled with before. My PTSD and my depression got in the way of me seeing all the joy and gifts surrounding me. My belonging in this life and in this world alluded me for so many years. Today, it’s as if the veil has lifted and I see my place, my value and my love (all of my loves).
I will write more about this tomorrow.