Cardinal signs

To make peace with the change,

it was never really a choice

but a necessity of survival.

Still the stubborn pain remains

It resides within the cavity of my chest

somewhere just below the lung,

and courses though my aching sternum,

pulling the nerve along with hurt.

I carry it. My mothers grief;

in the discontinuity

and cardinal signs.

There is still beauty I wish to see.

Would I only know distraction,

sometimes it is best to do nothing.

Too often we look for meaning until it is lost altogether;

for I cannot yet be certain of how the lenses align.