Different: A poem of change

Change, I never preferred

Change, I just didn't like the word

But somethings cannot be controlled

I learned that at just eight years old

On a December day I was diagnosed

As some would say, it was a six lettered ghost

And yes, it did take its toll

But it could not break my soul

It hurt me, and took my hair

I was afraid that others would stare

There was something that then, I could not see

I was brave because I had to be

Hair was just hair, and it would grow back

And confidence is somehing I should not lack

Though Cancer gave my life a spin

I learned that true change came from within

I changed from knowing what I know

From this experience, I learned to grow



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