Tag: Breast cancer poetry

Uncertainty

After life’s passing glory
The campaign marches on
Beating time tracking and tracing
Torsos with cold leather fingers
They drew my blood and sent me
To the mass grave I fell in without
Balance. And I lost my head.

Pet Rich Ore

(Dedicated to chemotherapy) I feel a sense of aftermath, In rivers, lakes and ponds. Fog, water’s mystical state Lifted the ground up by noon You can do the math: What’s left over after a storm? Storms send a distinct message Precise, yet misunderstood. They instead try getting attention By bringing up from the roads An

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