DIAGNOSIS

a tentative hope, wildly young

springing to life! wonderous knowledge

finally,

light

 

i can see by the stars, though they burn on my skin

i would rather be hurt by the truth than the wind

the pressure of wondering finally gives in

 

i don’t have to wander through THESE QUESTIONS AGAIN

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Cancer

Small bodies on a playground

Adrift in youth, secure

How many will grow to claim

The poisons named their own?

Have I always

Had Grim grinning in faded bone

Through my smile?

The day I die

Marked since my own life swam

Ignorant on the swings?