Sometimes

I wonder why I allow the shit I allow people to say/do/treat me like.

Fucksake.

Today is a day I need to back down the pity party and just take a nap.

Sigh.

Fewer words

A poem about my cancer.

Cancer.
It's fucking scary.
It hurts.
Physically.
And mentally.
It makes you question what you could have done to prevent it.
It makes you want to protect those you love from it's grasp.
It's a part of your body turned into a mutant.
Taking over a piece of your flesh.
They zap you in a microwave.
Killing cells and your energy.
And then with a blade they remove a bit of you.
Leaving you less of a woman
Less human.
Different.
Without.
Afraid.
Afraid of a resurge.
Or a new cancer from the cure itself.
Yes.
It leaves you.
It leaves you feeling less.

Lyric of the night

Written by me.

There is a beautiful full moon out tonight.
My heart sings as my body feels light.
The bright bold Luna makes me think of you.
No matter what you put me through.