the cold wind races
across the empty landscape
howling as it blows
I stand in a field
unable to find shelter
it pushes me back
cancer is that wind
causing damage everywhere
stinging my stunned face
I feel like the land
unprotected and ravaged
my body takes it
it runs rampantly
like an out of control storm
both inside and out
I may be alone
but I will stand against you
as long as I can
I’m not as easy
to knock down as you first thought
whipping cancer wind
I will push back hard
standing like a boulder with
granite in my veins
Lovely poem Kristie. Keep pushing back ❤️XX
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Doing what I can. Good to hear from you.❤️❤️
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Raw and powerful. Love it!
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Feeling unpowerful but writing helps me focus and push against that wind.
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