Cancer

January 31, 2014

I never thought you would come

I never thought you would take anyone

away.

Until a phone call one day

i was young but not dumb

and we couldn't just run

run away from the words being said

cancer.

You struck us with fear

attacking someone we loved so dear

I still remember my mom's face

I was angry,

I was mad.

Cancer.

The biggest bully around

knocking so many people down

punching in the lungs, breast, or brain

taking so many people away.

You don't like strong fights

So you make them weak.

You took my grandpa away

not because he died

but because he died inside

he was so drained

he was never the same

he couldn't fight that last day

so here I am

you made me see

how strong I can be

you have taken the last of them

I will do my best to help the rest win

and you will be defeated.

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