Autum In Southwick (Shakespearian Sonnet 1/155)

A blaze of golden leaves that fall on grass
With long days gone I wondered so much
How I did survive the Summer that just past
Through radiation and medical touch
Chemotherapy is not just a word
It is the ghost of something I have known
Cold and hard like a metal pecking bird
I scream my relief now that bird has flown
So much confusion I could hardly see
Calling my Zen Warrior, give me strength please
Praise this life, give love, learn to be free
Release affectation with gentle ease
Trust silent wisdom like the falling leaves
Offer no resistance flow with the breeze