#cancerpoetry

the smell of the rotten flesh
occupies the breastless chest
the youth's pride has left
leaving her in a terrible mess

the smell of the rotten flesh
parches the faith onced firmly confessed
the fiercest test of her life
was started in the decaying breast

His grace's sufficient

stage four they said,

nothing could be done
just choose the options
the one that suits your pocket size

how long, I asked
as long as you live, they said

and i walked away with a grateful heart
my pocket's full with hope

His grace's sufficient,
i said..

#cancerpoetry

nov 25, 2016

when they say,
it's terminal!
i say,
well... nothing is eternal

if you know victory will be your final,
why bother?