I am a young women who has battled cancer twice before the age of sixteen. i pour my heart and soul into my poetry, and it is obvious that i have been hurt before. though i've seen many good things in the world, my poetry shows the not-so-sunshiny part of being a cancer survivor. i hope you enjoy my poems! :)
I plod down the hallway,
stroking the wall with my left hand.
The infallible bricks are my key to standing up straight.
No longer a deft and remiss child,
...
I have a next door neighbor.
She does nothing but watch me,
I see her through my window.
She's kind of hard to not see.
...
We lost another one of the
good guys this week.
It seems as though our army is dwindling.
He was a good soldier, though.
...
Oh how comical my life must be,
A story of retrogression.
To climb out of fear, ladder breaking,
Then fall into depression.
...