In the shadows of pink, a story unfolds,
Whispers of courage, of battles retold.
A journey through darkness, where hope finds its way,
Together we stand, bringing them a light ray.
Each ribbon a promise, each tear a prayer,
For the warriors fighting, showing we care.
In the heart of the struggle, resilience ignites,
With every heartbeat, they reach for the light.
Through the pain and the fear, they rise from the ground,
In unity's strength, true healing is found.
Awareness, our armor, knowledge our shield,
In the face of this foe, together we wield.
Let’s speak of the silence, let’s shatter the shame,
For every voice lifted, we’ll never be the same.
Early detection, a light in the dark,
With love and support, we’ll leave a mark.
So here’s to the fighters, the brave and the bold,
To the stories of hope that are yet to be told.
With hearts intertwined, we’ll carry the flame,
In the fight against breast cancer, we’ll call out your name.
Ain’t life sweet
So light on my feet
Cause I got my cancer beat!
In shadows cast by doubt and fear,
A battle rages, ever near.
Yet, in the depths of darkest night,
I find the strength to stand and fight.
With breast cancer's cruel hand at play,
I face the storm, come what may.
But in my heart, a fire burns bright,
For I am God's own child of light.
Created for greatness, I boldly declare,
No illness shall bind me in despair.
With every breath, I rise above,
Embracing hope, embracing love.
Though the road is rough, I will not retreat,
For victory lies within, my spirit replete.
With each step forward, I reclaim my might,
For greatness awaits, in the dawn's first light.
So, let the world bear witness, let it see,
The resilience that resides within me.
For though the struggle may be vast,
I am a warrior, and this too shall pass.
Breast cancer may knock, but I'll never fall,
For I am destined to rise, to stand tall.
With faith as my shield and courage my sword,
I march onward, in the name of the Lord.
For I am God's child, created to soar,
And greatness, indeed, I will restore.
By: Innantia Magcanya
So the death sentence is lifted
I kicked cancers ass
They found no trace of it with surgery
free of that sh*t at last!
Now it's on to radiation
to become a spiderwoman queen
Not exactly what I want to do
but it erases all traces unseen
Those microscopic morsels
the little single cells
that may have escaped that toxic elixir
as we nuked them all to hell.
And they can find no trace of cancer
past the breast I am clear
And it was a lumpectomy
so I still have the breast, Oh dear!
And yes that heavy burden is lifted
my docs original decree
It was you have a 60 percent chance of being alive
in five years you see
And well I think the odds are now much better
something like 98
And for now at least I don't have to carry
that heavy weight.
It's nice to be back Artimus (C) Susan Manley 10:28AM 1/26/24
Today I contemplate those perfect soft mounds of flesh
the pillows upon my chest
For one has sent me on a quest
a lump you see that has paused my rest
We did the 3d mammogram
followed immediately by an ultrasound
And now its biopsy day tomorrow
and my matched set will be scarred I fear
The progression of this process has been slow
quite the test
messed up appointments
and a road closure due to fire no less
And it's taken 2 months to get here
and so the moment of truth is near
What exactly does it mean?
Will it be removed
Stay tuned - Artimus 10/8/2023 (C) Susan Manley
Actually it's intense chemo for me, followed by surgery, and later radiation you see. My future includes loss of all hair, and a lot of not fun.
Ego shorn unlike the hairy back of cancer
Taking all but life before even taking that
She hoped to be a mother some day and her
Life would be gone at 26 a hard fact
I look at her in a hat of fur
pink sweater that seems to soften
What a loss of life in her
Hearts sank lower than a coffin
But she was a believer
And her face seems to glow
The world didn’t know it needed her
Angelic virgin the last of a soul
She is found not lost in afterlife
Her familiar smile brightly shines
In heaven she is for us here a light
Illuminating for us all in teal time
Ego shorn here now reborn
An angel returns to her God
If only we could just defeat
Breast cancer that made her a star.
7/2/2022
Written for Ego Shorn Here Now Reborn Poetry Contest
Sponsor Unseeking Seeker
Soon, it got up to Dr. Spencer
Burning incense on coppery censer
In pursuit of a fitting answer
To the craziest hard hitting cancer:
A line he’d toed for an ulcer
And it result gave him for Gastric Seltzer…
Krishna clouds their way making for a breast,
Not for once letting be the crest,
Incense one, Incense two, up to eleven
In lieu of healing verses to The Heaven.
For a doctor openly radical
It shouldn’t often be the medical
Nor often needful the rightly surgical,
For cancer that could shame the methodical.
It's my belief that enlarging a woman's breasts
Implantation run the risk of cancer, that's my guess
My wife is an example
Following the gamble
Got breast cancer and passed away, still hard to digest
Ophelia had cancerous breasts
According to all of the tests
But old Doctor Kaiser
Was simply a miser
Who plundered the most treasured chests
Asparagine
Is ever so mean
Spreading breast cancer
All over the scene
Researchers said
Asperagus fed
Cancer cell spread
'Til patients were dead
Forget the greens
And fill up on beans
You know what that means
So map out latrines
Vegans like Susie
Are known to be choosey
Beans make them woozy
& Hops are too boozy
Harken to doctors
Our Grand Concoctors
Whose bank account soars
When you open their doors
Now Mardi Gras
Is one day away
Asparagus passé
Enjoy Beaujolais!
Why does that which nature endows a woman with, to nourish the very young, later harbor the cells that multiply and harm? Tasking a woman to be ever vigilant, so a life isn't taken before it's time. Compelling those around her, who care and are able, To rally against the injustice. Supporting in their own way , To provide some hope and a light, out of this dark tunnel, no woman should ever have to enter.
Cancer ravaged your body; your breast was removed
The alien growth that threatened your life was banished
Chemotherapy followed and it made you so so ill
You fought back so bravely and won the battle
Eventually, after a year, you had reconstruction surgery
It left you with physical and mental scars but it made you feel complete
Then you told me you were getting a tattoo
I was surprised, as I knew you really disliked them…
But this one was different
You had a nipple tattooed where your nipple once had been
Now you felt like a woman again
Fifteen years on you are still a cancer survivor
Tribute to my friend Judy
Contest:- Beautiful Scars
Sponsor:-Laura Urbaniak
11~24~15
Silently you crept onto my weakened chest;
Grew huge until pain flooded my core,
Then put inner will to an arduous test.
You were found when I undressed;
Gently rubbed where I was sore,
Silently you crept onto my weakened chest.
Slowly you took away all my zest,
But I wanted to even the score;
Then put inner will to an arduous test.
I did what I thought to be the best;
So I fought your callous bloody war,
Silently you crept onto my weakened chest.
Thought this must be my life’s quest;
Thus I fought like I have never fought before,
Then put inner will to an arduous test.
I consider myself extremely blessed;
Fighting like a lion’s fierce roar.
Silently you crept onto my weakened chest;
Then put inner will to an arduous test.
Copyright © 2015 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Eighth Place Winner ~ "PINKTOBER #2 (old/new poems)” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Poet Destroyer’s
Oct. 1, 2015
October is breast cancer awareness month, if you don't check them, I will.
Bodies, presented to the world with love and affection,
Revealing to others a person's hope and attention.
Every once in a while the body must put up a fight,
A war within itself when something is just not right.
Silent it comes, this battle, winner takes it all.
To know there is a war, makes the hero not fall
Cancer, a term so vague yet causes so much pain.
Alarm bells ring when the terminology causes stain.
Normal lives change in the drop of word,
Cancer, even unsaid, the truth gets heard.
Embrace the now and knowing of how your body talks,
Remember the steps, stride as your pride walks.
Awareness, that is what is needed to survive.
We must stick together to heal and stay alive.
Arm yourself with these tools needed to slay
Raise the challenge against the dragons, keep them at bay
Everyone has the power to be the best they can be.
Never let a sickness take over the soul we see.
Empower the warrior inside, knowledge is the answer.
Save your sadness and stretch for the cure.
So many hands when held together, get us through any weather.
By Casarah Nance
Date 10-14-2014
Her head bald ,
just a teen ,
she was the one called ,
by God , at the age of seventeen .
She will soon leave us ,
for something is in her ,
attacking and killing her ,
silent like a murmur ,
Room number 11 ,
you will see her ,
she cries day by day ,
why was she the only one ???
The virus , bleeds her heart out ,
each day , her soul shouts ,
to stop this silence within her body ,
for she wants to be ordinary …….
She won't be able to walk down ,
Her wedding aisle ,
To become a beautiful bride ,
But , everything will go , once she dies ……..
Her health is deplorable ,
did God choose her ,
maybe she is a good girl ,
and he needs an angel …..
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