You might ask me to explain this season’s melancholy slipping through my veins and all I can tell you is that on the tenth anniversary of dad’s passing, the doctors removed my right breast and five years later stabbed by a second diagnosis, bone marrow malignancy, no cure just treatment— the holiday lights sharpened. Past dripping menorah candles, I step onto African soil with dreams of leaving my own cells buried there merging with a history of African fights for survival, even as I know there’s no way except through magical dreams, to leave behind what haunts me: the healthy bones dad had once bestowed. *First published in Black Fox Literary, July 2011
About the Poet:
Diana Raab, MFA, PhD, is a memoirist, poet, blogger, speaker, and award-winning author of ten books and over 1000 articles and poems. She blogs for Psychology Today, The Wisdom Daily and Thrive Global. Her latest book is Writing for Bliss: A Seven-Step Program for Telling Your Story and Transforming Your Life. She frequently speaks on writing for healing and transformation. Visit her at: dianaraab.com.