Overcoming The Fear Of A Tumor

An original poem By Abbey Moran

 

I awoke from my rest

To the lump on my chest

My body had crafted a secret disaster

That revealed itself this morning 

without one ounce of laughter.

 

I was sweaty and nervous

At my bodies betrayal

"What was the purpose?"

I thought with dismayal. 

I was broken, down to the cell

Without warning or cause

I ended up on a table

Wrapped up in gauze. 

 

Six hands to cut me

And suck out the tissue,

Two hands to love me

and sort out the issue. 

A brave face, a safe home

The love of my friends

Showed me care without boundaries

And love without ends. 

 

Today I am safe, no more lumps or surprises

And I can face anything no matter what arrises.