breastcancer
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I'm freaking out
I'm upside down
I'm scared and afriad
I want to know my fate
But when I do
I still won't have a clue
Of what to do
With myself
For my health
Fall, winter, spring, summer
Hymns like an angel
Laughter that mingles
First year of a new trauma
First year of a new drama
Needles and medical poison
loss of words
So it seems so cruel,
Life is hard without you
Finally put to rest from your duel.
These loss of words are hard to face,
Because with out you life has no pace.
The wind forces the trees to bend
as the storm sets in,
as the lightning illuminates
the hopeless night.
The news has spread-
it's not the only thing-
the storm is growing,
spreading,
I used to be a crazy little girl, my heart was a colorful swirl. As I got older and problems started, my mom's hair soon departed. She is a surviver of breast cancer twice, but she's very afraid of mice.
Another year , another day
The day I always waited for, my birthday.
but what's the point to a birthday without
the women who pushed you out
what's the point to this day if the one
The day you gave me my first pair of wings,
I forgot to tell you how much I loved you.
My head was too far above my neck to listen to the beating in my chest.
It was louder than any common sense you’ve ever told me.
