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.
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