Write with Me Wednesday

Find Ways to Unfurl

Bloom Anyhow

Doctors gave me a prognosis: 
5–7 Years,

A deadline.
That phrase is now dead to me.

I grab ahold 
to every line 

and live.
Every day 

I find ways
 to unfurl.

This week, I am celebrating.

Seven years ago, over the Fourth of July weekend, I was diagnosed with Stage III Multiple Myeloma. The prognosis came with a life expectancy of five to seven years.

There was a strong possibility that I would not be here. Yet here I am.

Proof of Life. These two photographs were taken seven years apart. The first was made shortly after my cancer diagnosis. The second was made this week.

Not only am I here—I am flowering.

Writing Prompt

How have you unfurled despite difficult circumstances? Write a small poem with depth. Claim your existence with verse. Join me in Blooming Anyhow.

If you’re reading this, please like, comment, or share this post. Let me know you stopped by. Send up a flare. And if you’re so inclined, wish me a happy seventh anniversary.

I’m grateful to still be here, grabbing ahold of every line—and living. I hope you are too.