POETRY | BREAST CANCER AWARENESS

Who am I?

Searching past self, finding a void.

Photo by National Cancer Institute on Unsplash

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,