the morning of my last chemo treatment
A sense of excitement!
I dress carefully and well.
I wrap around my wrist,
a pink breast cancer watch,
and a healing bracelet with beads
I’m cozy in a thick white turtleneck sweater,
scented with Ralph Lauren Romance,
and accented with a blue and gold waterfall,
flowing around and from my neck.
A rose-quartz angel fits in my pocket.
I feel fresh, clean, ready
to infuse my veins.
My skin has continued to soften,
my eyes to open.
The slow-growing cells thank me this morning
for this chance to grow and explore.
They feel honored.
The fast will come back, or not.
The tortoise is out of the shell,