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The Stroke by Lynnette Tibbott
Something has torn away the layers of a man I call grandfather.
To each his own, he was not one of the fortunate. Recluse, restless nights contemplating immobility, slurred speech, the stillness of recovery. Kindness cannot heal heartless deeds, a plague that makes up the body "Everything happens for a reason," they say, but there was no reasoning in this but a cruel act of nature, to strip away a man. |
Cancer by Olivia Butler
Can develop in anyone at any time in their life,
Always being studied and affecting many, “Never give up” is the attitude patients and survivors have, Causes many families sadness and sorrow, Eats away at one’s healthy body and causes weakness, so Respond to the need for help and cancer research. |
Excerpt from "Blue" by Jack Weidner
You’re taken by the hand of a woman in blue scrubs. She brings you to the room. You have to see her. You don’t want to see her. You hear beeping of machines, lights flashing all around you. You hear the stomping of men in white running room to room. Too many sounds and senses for you to take all at once, but you fight it. You get in. You feel a ball in your stomach tighten as you see her. A frail person in her bed with tubes coming out her nose and needles out of her arms. The woman is pale, sick, a shadow of the woman you knew as your mother. She struggles to lift her head. She sees you. You cry and run.
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Untitled by Lynnette Tibbott (Black Out Poetry)
Pillows beneath
sightless black holes. The skeleton's eyeless skull its bared teeth and the mouth of a dreamer. The maiden suspends their bed under the only planet under the spell of ever present death. I sneak out of the dark to usher in another day of physical miseries. Dark organs within the body rule mind and spirit. Dire threat, poison dart, torture and what if I do not make it in time? Fear tethers me to the tyranny of the body- the treachery of the body. |
Untitled by Julia Cacciotti
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Excerpt from “The Love We Harvest” by Julia Cacciotti
It’s not every day that we get to experience a miracle, and I think that plays a part into why I felt this extraordinary. Holding him brought me so much happiness, but most of that feeling came from seeing my aunt and uncle finally getting to be parents. They had waited so long and prayed endlessly for the baby I was holding. Thinking about that is what sparked my complete amazement. To say I was full of love is an understatement, and words really can’t describe what it was like looking into Gabe’s eyes for the first time. In that moment, I understood how important it is to be born in a family that loves you and can protect you and can ensure you feel safe. I thought about all those without a home and a family as if they were islands in a stormy ocean. I realized that I must count my own blessings for those around me. Christianity gives me a way of understanding the importance of family and anchors me in this world.
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