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A breast cancer survivor writes a poem about a symbol of reassurance she saw while fatigued from cancer treatments.
Fatigue called my name
Treatments had flushed me of all energy
I lay in bed
Facing four windows
Seeing a chimney, tree tops
It was raining
Sounds of drops gurgling
Teasing the rain gutters
Dancing on leaves
Splashing in puddles
Cables attached to our home
Stretched inches from my window
A bird’s silhouette
Finding recluse from the wet
There it sat
Sometimes one leg attached
Sometimes both
I would doze in and out of slumber
Awakening it would still be there
My wondrous feathered spirit guide
Looking after me
Reassuring all would be ok
And it was
For that moment of solace and comfort
Gratitude
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