Cancer

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.