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La Luche Sigue

The struggle continues.

By Elisa MirandaPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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When the days trembled my soul into survival

it would numb my mind from shock.

Then the night was far less gentle

as it dragged me through the stinging pain

of waking my senses again.

The reality of death

surrounding me like an abusive lover.

I wanted to take my daughter,

“No! You can't have her Cancer,

no, she can not be yours.

I will not, I can not stand on the sidelines and wait.

The neurosurgeons stared,

they stared at my cognitive abilities

to comprehend brain stem damage,

a tumor the size of a golfball

that stole space in my 3 year old's precious mind.

I stared back,

I stared in their eyes, in disbelief

that everything I fought for,

everything I sacrificed for was…

I wanted to say it was in vain

I wanted to say this is my fault

I wanted to say I failed

But I didn't have time for that.

I had a new battle

and the bloody sunrise gave me no rest.

sad poetry
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