In shadows, danced fears, silent and stark,
where courage met whispers of the dark.
Within the storm, a silent battle waged
strength and hope in trembling hearts engaged.
A ribbon weaved in tales of grief and pain,
a silent plea that we may break the chain.
With every tear, a story softly told,
of bravery and grace, both young and old.
During the struggle, seeds of hope bloom,
a testament to courage in gloom.
In unity, we stand, hearts intertwined,
facing what was once confined.
Through trials, resilience shall ignite,
a beacon shining in the darkest night.
With love as armor, we march hand in hand,
defying the odds, we make our final stand.
In every battle fought, a hero found,
within those depths, a strength profound.
Cancer upon flesh, cells bound,
taken too soon, never again around.
Hope is a deadly game as cancer pushes,
rippling along inside of us, souls of ashes.
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About the Creator
Denise Larkin
A writer of a BA with honours (2.1) in Arts & Humanities recently gained a Creative Writing Master's Degree. She writes poetry, fictional short stories, and is the author of the Time to Run series, Darkness and The Non-Human.<aT.
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