Seasons (a poem about the cancer patient's emotions)

Seasons
2.2.08

by me

spring

the new, little hairs on my head
resemble the fresh blades of grass at
the start of a new spring
my hips and breast fill out
like a when a girl becomes a woman
I even get my period back

I feel spring in me


summer

long, sunny, carefree days with no worries
the hot sand under my feet
as I stroll along in my red string bikini
with my scar blazing in the sun
my confidence is shining like a sunray

cancer defeated

fall

as softly as the leaves fall from the trees
peace is upon me
my smile is easy
and my love is hitting everyone like a laser beam

cancer retreated

winter

short, dark, cold days
slipping and sliding in the snow
unsure where to step next
looking for something or someone to hold onto
so I don’t fall
my steps are slow and deliberate
and made with much thought and trepidation

will it come back? cancer.

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