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Wednesday, March 4, 2015


The crab’s claws clasp together,
A little cell grows larger,
First divides, then multiplies,
A gene mutates, a code destroyed.
Petulant, pugnacious,
Willing for freedom,
A fight for freewill,
Metamorphosis, metastasis.
And so the tumour tells me,
"Dude, it's not what you see,
You'll slash, burn or poison me,
But I shall be back and claim thee."
Such betrayal, my own body,
“How could you do this to me?”
Radiation, chemotherapy,
I lose hair, I worry.
Friends, family pray for me,
Say things to soothe me,
If only I had a remedy,
Would cancer get me?
Then my body strikes back,
Stops the cancer in its track,
The tumours shrink and wither
Soon, I shall fully recover.

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