Through His Eyes

Note from the Editor-in-Chief: I chose to feature this piece as our it truly reflects our motto and the inspiration of why I am launching this publication. We all have stories, but when we survive to see another day, those stories are worth sharing. In 2018, my former roommate from Werner Enterprises shared some of her writings to publish. Though I am two years behind, this day of Easter 2021, both our stories are now true: Do it. Did it. Done. Next! She is a survivor of breast cancer who practiced our motto with pain and tears, but she has now taken life by the horns and is onto–next! This poem is to all who understand. We wish you: survive, survived, and next!

Feeling really listless and unmotivated. She is been my whole world for so long, how do you learn to let go? I can’t even think about the fact she’s getting worse. I have to hold on to the very end, but how do I know it’s time? I can’t sleep or anything. Random glances of dreams for a moment and then she moves and I’m back awake. Watching her, saving every moment in my mind, like a snapshot of her to hold onto when she’s gone. You’ve been with me through so much, you loved me when no one else did. You’ve seen my cry, my scream, and me fall apart at the seams. You were my rock when I needed you no matter what. So how do I know when I’m holding on too long, or just enough to see you through a rough patch? I can’t even fathom not having you with me, you’ve been a part of me when no one else ever could. So for now I’ll sit here and save every moment I can hope it’s not the last. You made me feel when I could feel nothing else could in my life at the time. That made me a softer person for everyone else. So, for now, I’ll cuddle you and listen to you breathe and hope it’s not the last time you cuddle with me. As I slip off to slumber with you by my side, all I can think is please be okay.

I can’t do this life without you with me.

By Becca