The Silent Centimeter is a Thief

The silent centimeter is a thief,

Quiet invasion, stolen peace, alas;

Reclaim your health and time you thought were lost.

Missed mammograms, too busy, work, work, work,

Excuses, excuses, cancer marches;

The silent centimeter is a thief.

One centimeter multiplies quickly,

A growing centimeter subtracts years;

Reclaim your health and time you thought were lost.

Fight. Fight. Radiation. Black X’s on skin.

Cut it off. Dig it out. Terrible choices.

The silent centimeter is a thief.

Come out the other end with a heavy sigh,

You’ll live to see your kids graduate after all;

Reclaim your health and time you thought were lost.

How big is a centimeter anyway?

Big enough to curtail memories, end tomorrows;

The silent centimeter is a thief,

Reclaim your health and time you thought were lost.

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No one should have to deal with breast cancer alone. I didn't.

But you will have to keep yourself informed and be your own best advocate.

Bless you in your battle... https://www.breastcancer.org/

This poem is part of a collaboration with members from Saloon for Writers. If you're looking for a supportive and fun group, swing by. We'd love to have you.