Looking Back #suffering #hope – penned in moon dust

Behind me

shadows of frozen pain

I choose to forget

 

It was many winters ago now. Life was empty and what little I had was slipping through my fingers. “You have cancer” were words I could not bear to add to my void.

The scepter of fear wanted to rob days and precious memories that might be the last with young children.

Hope comes in strange forms as does healing.

The hospital I was admitted to was an Oasis for those with little to cling to.

Source: Looking Back #suffering #hope – penned in moon dust