(Written on my birthday, which happened to be the day before my weekly cancer support group meeting, from which the patient counselor had banished me for arriving late to the meetings.  Without warning.  She never relented.  Despite my pleading from time to time, especially around the holidays—and regardless of my promise that if she allowed me to return, I would never be late again.  The cancer center director allowed her to keep me out.  They made me feel fully the reality that I am now nobody in this world.)

All my life I’ve thought that I was someone.

I was fooled by my early bright intelligence.

I was fooled by the feel of the warmth of the sun.

I was fooled by a false sense of stability and permanence.

But I was never someone.

“I’m nobody, who are you?

Are you nobody, too?”

Yes, Emily, I’m nobody.

And they did banish me, you know.

Now I have nowhere I can go. 

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Written by Michael L.P, aka MLP
aka PoetWithCancer, aka PWC, aka Mr. Poet
Written on Wednesday, April 15, 2009  10”25 am
Temperature: 50 degrees F.  Winds: 5 MPH  Rainfall: 0.01”
Copyright © 2010 by Michael L.P.  All rights reserved