by Gail Presnell-Jones
Today is the day I’ve decided
That I will not die.
Or at the very least,
I’ve decided that I’ll try
To drop the cloak of depression
I’ve been wearing like a shroud,
And take one small step forward
Out from beneath this cloud.
But I will need another cloak,
Like one I’ve never worn.
In indigo and pewter,
The color of a summer storm.
And for my shoulders, a new scarf,
Light as a new dove feather.
Soft, silvery, and gray,
Glazed with iridescent heather.
Then I will gather diamonds
That glitter on the bay,
And string them into strands
That around my neck I’ll lay.
I’ll sew myself a gauzy dress,
Such as you’ve never seen.
Layer upon layer,
Of brilliant springtime green.
And from the garden, for my feet,
Softer than the softest suede,
Supple petal slippers
Laced with a smooth grass blade.
Then draped in life’s great bounty,
I’ll still face a path unclear.
But I’ll face it now with gratitude,
In place of paralyzing fear.
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
Gail Pressnell-Jones is a breast cancer survivor living in Valrico, FL.
This article was printed from copingmag.com and was originally published in Coping® with Cancer magazine, May/June 2013.