Messenger

Lying in the floor
Waiting for another round of heaving,
Praying that it would end, knowing it won’t
A series of four, three more to go
Can I live through this? Do I want to?
Reflection of death
Looking in the mirror, recognition no more
Every stroke of my fingers
Left with handfuls of tresses
Should I shave it? Is this worth it?
Porcelain is cold.
Hovering my familiar friend,
Cursing God and wishing for the endless slumber
Engulfed with pain, no ease in sight
Do I deserve this? Why me?
I found a light
Lying in the floor I hear little feet,
Still praying for death, the little one speaks
Four little words, “mommy I love you”
No question to ask, I will live through this!
Cancer can’t have me
Surviving the heaving, and loss of my hair
Praying to God thanking him, for my messenger
Living life with perseverance, nothing in my way
Why me? Because I am a survivor!
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Kristina Bruce.

 

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