Trembling hands, I am afraid.
Smiling eyes, I am brave.
Spilling tears, I am angry.
Breathing belly, I am hopeful.
There’s room for all of it.
I walk around doing the day to day:
The dishes, the laundry, so normal.
Carrying cancer with me.
I want to tuck myself into a ball,
relinquish my bravery, give in to sadness.
I want to run miles, insistent on hope.
I want to tell everyone how many emotions I am carrying.
I want to be silent and not tell a soul.
There’s room for all of it.