A War In The Body

Cells in my body

are constantly dividing and creating

a field of bleeding bugs

that will not be cleared,

until they're killed with

toxic chemotherapy.

I'm laying on the hospital bed

in such sour agony

whining, lamenting, screaming

until I leave this battlefield

I'm currently running on.

I have no hair,

no nails, no lips.

My skin is light and pale

like lemon juice.

My lips are not raspberry red,

but wrinkly and the color

of dried pears.

My scalp is as cold as a snowball,

so I wear a hat or wig to

warm my head.

I lost my nails, so I can't

visit the salon to get them painted.

I feel dead inside

and I lose my need

to live and breathe.

I lose my identity

and forget who I really am.

Before I know it,

I will exit the battlefield,

because I have fought this war

triumphantly and productively.

I may lose,

or win my battle;

but I want to be remembered

as a heroine with lots

of courage and determination.

I may not be on this planet,

but I'm forever in your hearts.

HaShem has taken me into His care

and I deserve to live free from pain and suffering

Thank you so much for taking the time to read my poem about how terrible cancer is. My cousin passed away on Tuesday August 3rd at only 46 years old. She leaves behind her supportive group of peers, her family members, husband, stepsons, colleagues and her "furbabies". She was the kindest and most optimistic person on the planet. May she rest in peace.

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