(This was written back in May, in the early days of my cancer diagnosis when I was already so exhausted from the testing and major life decisions I did not know how I was going to take another step forward. Maybe it will speak to you where you’re at as well.)   Sometimes I feel like I cannot Even reach Your garments. Other times, as if I am swaddled in them. Sometimes I feel as though I am crawling In the dirt Reaching Reaching Reaching But all I can grab Are fistfuls of dirt and gravel Sharp rocks cutting my hands. They are bleeding My muscles are straining And mentally,…