Beguiled
This clump of cells is lacking will,
And yet in some, does fear instill.
Cares not the way, the shortest route;
Its only plan: get big, get out.
Yes, some will curl in fetal tuck,
While others shrug at their bad luck.
It interrupts, disturbs our life,
Affects the teen, the mother, wife.
The inclination is to kill,
To scrape, to cut, or take a pill.
Malignant, other, not like us;
Get rid of it, eschew the fuss.
This is my life! Dare not intrude;
It permeates, we are imbued.
Forevermore, though it is gone.
Not present, yet it lingers on.
Which clump of cells has us beguiled:
A tumor or unwanted child?
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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