A Thief Called Cancer

You took it all, left me destitute.
You thief in the night.
Stealthily you entered and
set up all your mines.
You took my independence,
my body and my mind.
You robber of my life.
Divided up my legacy, my dreams,
and parceled as you pleased.
You gave away my husband.
Sent my home back to the bank.
Every stick of furniture sold
to satisfy the bills.
I walked away with nothing,
just barely on my feet.
Today I live on charity,
yet you sneak back in again.
Discovering this piece of flesh
is all that I have left.
I’d gladly give it all again,
if you would just let me be,
to keep these final moments,
that are all that’s left for me.


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