Given the recent passing of a friend who had metastatic breast cancer, and the seeming epidemic of new diagnoses, the following poem sprouted from my head while noodling on WriteorDie:
Cancer
overgrowth of cells
invasive, opportunistic
life-altering
life-ending
all encompassing
masses that remove
those whom we hold dear
incomprehensible
soul-leeching
someone knows the point
they must be forced to share
why the internal kudzu
why the slow depletion of life
why is it we cannot find a way
to end that which kills.
