I remember every second
of that day
the day
my world blew up
I cried
to the world
asking for help
I woke the next day
a warrior
fight after fight
ever battling
cancer
I have scars
physical
emotional
spiritual
Now I have hair
health
Energy
A clear mind
A war almost over
what do I do now
that I am a warrior
Coming home
what do I do
with no Doctors
no scans
no infusions
no chemo
what do I do
with the gas in my car
the money in the bank
the time
I examine my body
every inch
fearing the strange or lumpy
looking at the road of life ahead
fearing I'll waste the glory of the mundane
if I don't impact the world
was my recovery a fluke
a waste
was another life more worthy
could they find a cure
for us all
how do I live with it
the guilt
why me
not someone else
how dare I
how dare I not be grateful
for my second chance
for every glance
every second
with my kids
About the Creator
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