Stronger

I will hold my head high

And look this fear straight on

They say what doesn't kill you

Makes you stronger

Cancer

It was a word I had heard

But it was so hard to wrap my mind around

I have it

How can that be possible

It was hard at first

Knowing I was weak

Sick

Dying

Treatments began

They said I would get better

I felt worse

Even more sick than before

That morning when I woke up

Locks of hair lying on my pillow

I held it in my hands

And cried

As time wore on

I began to think about death

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad

But I was not ready to go

They say the treatments are working

I am getting better

Stronger

I have better chances

Whether I live or die

I will not let this change who I am

If anything

This will only make me

Stronger

Don't worry guys. I'm fine, no cancer here. I just was inspired to write this because a few of my relatives know people that have had cancer,and actually a few other relatives have had some type of cancer or other. So this poem is dedicated to anyone with cancer and anyone that knows someone that has or had cancer.

~*Dream Wish Peace*~