fragile

I am a bit of a wreck this morning.

I need a sign that reads,

“Fragile. Handle with care.”

My head is full of To Do lists.

Leavin’ town this afternoon.

Surgery scheduled for tomorrow.

Not mine.

His.

Doesn’t make the anxiety any less.

Or the worry.

And the fears.

I don’t want to do this.

Anymore.

Can’t we go back to the way it was?

Oblivious to the cancer?

I know the answer.

Part way there.

Mid way through treatment.

Six months down.

Six months to go.

And then a little more.

Emotions swirl.

Feelings whirl.

Just beneath the surface.

Singing hymns at church

will be a balm

and help the tears

leak out.

I am a bit of a wreck this morning.

I need a sign that reads,

“Fragile. Handle with care.”

Turquoise Tangles