a release from self

Thoughts come and go,

clouds across a backdrop of blue.

so are my fleeting thoughts,

even, this poem, from me to you.

it’s when i attach myself to them

and the angry things they say

that my life takes a dark turn

and things don’t go my way.

Oh, dear God, release me from my thinking

and take me to the clear blue sky.

For these clouds that come and go

cause pain and make me cry.

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About Ben Dooling

I began this blog shortly after being diagnosed with terminal rectal cancer. It has since begotten a short book of poems, most of the poems came from here. Cancer has taught me more than it has taken. It has shown me my gifts, and what an examined life is.