Hope

Hope

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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Never give up on hope.

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hope is the last eye lash left
when you are bereft of
all other hair on your head
when it died overnight
after the second chemo
did its best

when you stare at your
reflection in mirror glass and
don’t recognize yourself
because the cancer has
invaded every part
of your body

so you take your mascara
from your cosmetic purse and
with its wand you build up
layers to give some
definition

to that one lonely lash
because surrender
is not a word that resides
in your dictionary



© 2023 Chris Shaw


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Great poem Chris , I’ve been lucky , I’ve just got a chemo cut , or crew cut , so I’m looking Government normal , in fact it suits me ,
Hope your ok , nice to hear from you again , this poem is giving me strength and support while I have cancer , have a great day

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Stuart Munro

1 Year Ago

I’ve done 12 sessions , Chris , now I’m having a next week scan , to see what’s going on , fin.. read more
Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Good luck !
Stuart Munro

1 Year Ago

Thanks Chris



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This write reminds me of my late grandma, She had cancer, she tried to hide it so well as if she hadn't been crying. I can feel this write. Quite an emotional read.

Posted 11 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

11 Months Ago

Thank you for a lovely review. I appreciate you.

Chris
Heavy is the weight of the hope that last eyelash brings and I loved reading through the powerful tale this short piece tells.

That was beautiful thank you for sharing.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

I thank you for your visit and for sharing your thoughts zeronineight. I appreciate you.
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This has special meaning for me--my mother had stage four lung cancer, and I was the caretaker. I had a horrible front row seat for that whole horrible battle. But I sure saw Mom's determination, too--it was inspiring. thank you for this poem. :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much. Sad that you could relate to this poem. I think in some ways, it is more difficul.. read more
Thank you for your courageous words. They are painfully heartfelt. Sometimes I read and don't know what to say. This is one of those times. So, join me and we'll sit together in silence. (((hugs)))

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

All in the past, but the muse has only just allowed me to reflect on it and put pen to paper. Thank .. read more
You did something significant with the stance of that last eyelash. A clear visual comes to mind with the mascara. This oozes a power and determination. Touching upon several emotions, this is so well written.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much for stepping by to read and leave a view. Pleased you enjoyed my poem. All the bes.. read more
A language spoken of beauty is a tricky thing indeed. The soul carries our reason and memories throughout life, but all too easily we shrug our truth when young until that day arrives and beauty ignites in some dimensional sensory reflection, our perception is altered. A visual haste colors and washes everything around but that which is the richest beauty of all… our humanity and our vulnerability . “And with its wand you build up layers” truly this magician knows her version of self, and now made unfamiliar through a mirror? Such a cruel beast is the face of chemo but this is a poem beyond Hope and Rage and Laughter and all those tremendous things we took for granted when young, this is a poem of trust and of beauty ….a rare poem of courage and of fear and rage and magic all reflected back as you placed it deeper into the page and unveiled it. What else could an honest poet do? It’s Wonderful Chris !!

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Many thanks for your thoughts. That build up of layered mascara on that last remaining eye lash, rep.. read more
Perdition

1 Year Ago

Oh I tend to look where others dare not and beauty is truth, truth beauty...etc. Remember when those.. read more
We hope to keep what we have.
Surviving changes everything.
I'm glad you found these words
Chris.

R.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much. I appreciate you.

Chris
Hope keeps us from drowning in the sorrowfully harmful waters. Death's stench would draw flies while you lay alone pondering what is next. What is out there. Hope brings courage and strength.

Wonderful read.

With love,

Matthew

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Matthew for your warm review. Much appreciated.

Love and peace
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Chris - you remind me of the story of Pandors' Bos. She was warned never to open it, et she did and released all sorts of ailments on the world. Realizing, belatedly what she had done she quickly slams the lid shut. Hearing a tiny voice still coming from within the box she hesitantly reopens it. What was there, that she finally released was HOPE. When all else fails we still must have HOPE.
Thank you Chris and take care - Dave

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Dave for your share. I appreciate your visit very much.

Chris
Hell yes. I lost my beloved Grandma to cancer maybe 20 years ago, still think of her often. Hope you're doin' ok.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you John. I am doing fine. All in the past. Nice your Grandma is still in your thoughts. She m.. read more
John Sullivan

1 Year Ago

She was amazing, made the best meatballs.

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Added on October 22, 2023
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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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