at the end of the day
the tears come because his arms are
warm
and I don't have to explain it or defend it
they come because I am a
child inside
who is angry about how unfair this is
this cancer
CANCER
the tears come because
i don't want my body
cut open
parts removed
parts of me, chipped away
i don't want it
the tears come because i am
afraid it will hurt
that i don't want my
life to change
in this irrevocable
unforgettable
unlikely
unwanted way
I'm sad to let go of the
me
that I was 12 days ago
6 months ago
before I ever had to say the word
cancer
to myself, my husband, my children
to have it woven into the
tapestry
of my life
the tears come because
it's time
Perhaps you could publish this in a really famous magazine or book and make millions and look back after you beat it and thank your cancer for for making you a millionaire.
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