Morphing

I’m a little wren

Nesting in the pine

And singing to be heard

Loudly and sure

Because I have a song to share.

I’m a white rose

Opening in the garden

With petals etched in pink

At the edges

Because my time is now.

I’m a cloud

Floating across the sky

And ever changing

Shape and form

Because that’s what clouds do.

I’m a book

Scrawling with thousands of words

Filled with originality

One you can’t put down

Because it is unexpected.

I’m invisible

Yearning to be seen

Screaming to be heard

Ignored by so many

Because I am incurable.

I’m a candle

Lighting the dark

And giving hope

Wherever it’s needed

Because candles illuminate life.

I’m a butterfly

Fluttering in the breeze

Lighting on flower

After flower

Because I make the world beautiful.

I’m a song

Humming my melody

With a driving rhythm

And I listen to the spaces between the notes

Because they are important to the song.

I’m the sky

Seeing everything below

No matter how I look

Sun or rain, day or night

Because I am always there.

I’m a bee

Working to keep the

Entire world from collapse

With little thanks or understanding

Because I sometimes sting.

I’m a unicorn

Staying as safe as I can

And as real as can be

While I travel with others like me

Because unicorns do exist.

I am a human

With cancer

Wishing to morph

Into someone without cancer

Because I want to be healthy again.

These are the things I am

As I morph from one to another

But I also feel like a puddle of tears

Or a bundle of nerves

Firing uncontrollably

As demon cancer cells

Multiply inside a body trying to stay alive. 

How am I feeling?

I feel misunderstood

And sometimes voiceless

Silenced by a need to conceal

And wear a disguise of a smile.

Look into my eyes.

My eyes don’t lie.

Eyes are windows

Into our souls.

My soul either is a light

Or it is an empty hole of longing.

I want us all to be lights.

What do you see?

Author: Kristie Konsoer

I've been living well with metastatic breast cancer since 2012. This blog is a place where I can share thoughts and ideas on cancer, how I feel perceptions of cancer must change, and how I am finding a way to live with strength, hope, meaning, resiliency, humor, and hopefully a little wisdom.

14 thoughts on “Morphing”

  1. Kristie this is gorgeous and full of imagery that I feel in my every nerve and I see your eyes. I see more than that I see your pain and your patience your fear and your anger your truth and your love. I really appreciated the stanza about the bee. It’s so apropos. I’m going to reblog this on my site because I feel you like you can imagine I might- to the core. I love & care about you with my heart & soul. Without friendship I’d be afloat an endless ocean without a way to navigate.

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  2. This is wonderful, Kristie—so straightforward yet profound. Yes, you were definitely on to something when the words and images simply flowed.

    I’m not getting notices of your posts. I signed on again; hope it holds this time.

    Kind regards,
    Annie

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    1. Hi Annie,
      I only see you signed on once, so something weird must have happened the first time. Let me know if you don’t receive anything. I admit I love this poem a lot. The images form so freely in my mind when I read it.

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