POETRY | BREAST CANCER AWARENESS
Who am I?
Searching past self, finding a void.
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This is part of Breast Cancer Awareness collaboration (check it here) of Saloon for writers (Facebook group).Today is my last day of me.
I feel numb, like a fantasy…
My left breast has to leave me.
How am I supposed to let that be?
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Monthly torture,
Those bandages and me.
More weeks go by, is this the cure?
The one that could set me cancer-free?
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A strange face that I know too well is looking at me,
The reflection of the truth that doesn’t unveil
Those memories of happiness, once lived, once sailed…
A stranger looks at me because I’ve prevailed.
I am not sure what I am supposed to be!
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A bust that was once shown with glory,
Touched with resentment.
A survivor, they say, I feel like I’ve lost
Somewhere that woman at sea,
And she drowned in chemotherapy.
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They say that time helps, but I am not sure what they say…
The woman I once knew is gone,
And no one can take that away…
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I want to hide from life,
Where to find my energy?
I cannot seem to forget how my bust was supposed to be.
There was a battle and I lost my identity.
No dresses, no makeup, no smile…
Nothing of this brings back my old me!
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Maybe one day I can find my smile again,
Yet looking at myself I lose hope.
How am I supposed to be back at ME?
Note: Please, do not forget that it is normal to have feelings of discomfort while going through a journey of redefining yourself. It is okay to find help if you need to. You deserve it! Never forget!
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