Where I come from

Sometimes I cry and cannot stop. 

I grieve so many yesterdays.

I grieve the nearly 10,000 days I lost.

I grieve the lack of attention to my life.

I grieve missing celebrations, joy, and love.

I celebrate my children - every day.

I celebrate their lives, the good, the not so good.

I celebrate their victories.

I lift them up from their defeats.

I celebrate their love, joy, and passion.

I grieve my lost body parts surrendered to cancer.

I grieve my fear, it stole my freedom.

I grieve my silence, it engendered my complicity.

I grieve my blindness, it kept me your prisoner.

I celebrate my health and release from the grip of cancer.

I celebrate my courage to stand alone steady on Mother Earth.

I celebrate my voice and big and beautiful

I celebrate my clear vision that burned through my shackles and set me free.

I grieve.

I celebrate.

I rejoice.

I cry.

I survived.

I live.