Cancer

• Alexandra Opie , Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2015

I didn't know until it was too late and once I knew I wished I didn't.
The smell of Dettol and death surround me
Sadness and resignation become me.
People come and people go
A bed is empty: a grave will soon be full.
My legs have grown numb,I have no need for them here.
My mind is as sharp as the pain of the needle in my arm
I fight,but how can I win when I’m fighting myself?
I am the disease and it is me.
In this civil war with my body, both sides will bleed.
Nurses smile however it never reaches their blood shot eyes.
No it is in their weary eyes that I can depict the hidden truth,they put up a positive facade,
But I know that when they look at me months or days is all they see...1,2,3,4
I know that I cannot fight it anymore.
I think, Cancer: it was a part of me and now it is all that I am