Whimsical Flipancy
The hollow Quonset
echoes with my voice
Its hard to focus
on all the bad
when all I hear is noise
I think back
to the old me
the one I was before
I was capricious
eccentric
and so much more
It feels like no one knows
the pain and suffer
that the cancer brings
I hurt everyone around me
I see it in their eyes
eveytime
my mom sees me
her eyes fill
and she cries
It’s only when I open my mouth
and sing
that everything goes away
It’s such a whimsical flipancy
Its hard to ignore
Singing is the only time
I get the type of attention
I adore
My hair has long since been lost
it flew away
just like my will to fight did
that very terrible day
Maybe one day
I’ll regain my volatility
but until then
I’ll have to survive
without my vitality
For now
I wont live
I’ll only survive
because I can’t leave
that same bereaved look
in my mothers eye
This is my escape
from the pressure
the fate
the one I hold
so dearly yet hate