Morning has broken
Time to rise & face the world
Loose hairs on my pillow
Head hurts like pins & needles
I reach up to touch it
Just to check if I’m bald yet
I try to hide from reality
I am afraid to look into the mirror
To see a pale forlorn soul
Peeking back at me
Her eyes once gleaming like an emerald
Now faded & afraid
Time for breakfast a rare delight
Knowing that even if I eat
I will soon be looking at my porcelain god
As it devours my food for me
Wish I could hold just one meal down
Still … will all be over soon
Water works proving sore
I tingle as I have a wee
They said that’s fine it means the drugs
Are doing what they are meant to do
But still I shiver with the pain
Why won’t it just go away?
Who am I now I ask myself?
As sleep eludes me in the night
Trying to purge the fears I have ...
The horrors that come the word cancer
You’ll be fine they say to me
But they don’t know how I feel
