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Cancer and War

Why is my bare scalp showing, 
When hers is covered with crimson?
Why is my head just skin,
While hers is engulfed in a river of gold?

These are the questions
My daughter asked me,
Not my physical heir 
But the product of my stripped pride.

My daughter, forged from the scars,
Left by a scalpel, closed by a flame.

 A piece of my skin
That stole my young vicious optimism.
A piece of myself
That turned to night.

So when my daughter asks why
I can't answer, I can't explain.
Why do cells turn against cells?
A civil war within one body. 
Why do people turn against people?

Small bumps, Large consequences, Small people...
Large conflicts, Mass destruction

Bald heads filling hospital beds,
Young boys taking the jobs of men. 
Microscopic entities.
So similar to you and me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 3/31/2017 12:29:00 AM
I do not have cancer, so I cannot possibly feel what you feel. But I fight my own private and difficult war in hospitals (am in ICU myself now). It's a strange world, the one of hospitals, a very different society from the one outside, one you have to give in to or else... I hope you will be okay, but that is something I cannot know. I only know that you have written a very good and powerful first two poems for PoetrySoup. Welcome :)
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