CANCER

CANCER

Cancer bites away at the imagery of my physical
It erodes who I once thought I was
It seeks to control where I go and with whom
It brings depression and teary nights

But I refuse to die
I refuse to believe this lie
Though I shall someday go
I shall live these nights knowing that joy cometh in the morning
For tomorrow I shall sing
And the day after I shall make a joyful noise
And the week after I shall live until I die

By :Margaret Inniss