Sound The Alarm

Trapped in my skin-

Pain bleeds down my

Stitches if you could

Hear the screams within-

Each breath breaks glass,

Fast, like cars speeding

over the Overpass

I'd PASS

on this felony at large-

I'd PASS

on this death row charge!

Each tumor was sweatin'

All 15 enlarged, life threatenin'

Surgeon's came in blastn'

Them out of my arm-

Sound the alarm

Handicapp'n

Caps in hands and

Hands smashin'

things that sting-LOUD

Rage against the machine

I'm onto the next scene

Tumors fall down dead

We have the victory-no tears shed

No way to get my veins-

No more ball & chains

No more mental strains

Just biopsy boxes- unclean

with labels of toxic green

No more oxygen to increase

The lean on me-

No more power to devour me

Surgeon's Decapitate each

Cancerous Enemy

No strings attached

And I'm detached from

My tissue

Eliminating disease

My left breast

But not my left chest

Stands proud

Although indents

Of my Existence remain

I faint at the sight

of my resistance

I thank God-

for the scars & stitches

Cancer is gone

Even my left armpit

Still sweats

But not from Fear

Hair still grows there

It looks unfair

For my body to be compared

I do care-

I scream at my tears

I scream at my marks

But they can't blind my eyes dark

Pill after Pill

I refill- & Holy Water spills

Overflowing grace that I can feel

My mouth that tastes like medical bills

How many milligrams of numb at 2pm?

Then 40 milligrams of numb at Noon?

Okay, That's cool-

I'm sitting here in a

Square, naked bare

Pressed up against the wall

Pain hard to Bare

I'll sit here pressed up

Against my hair

soon to fall

Beneath the chair-

Peace fills me because

God's hands cover my

Body's unfamiliar flare

No Complaints

All Praise-

God's plans better days

than these days of pain

Down here-

My eyes see haze

& sometimes I hallucinate

Seeing a shadow of pain

That follows me-

I'm sooooo sleepy

I dream of my reality

them my arm is my alarm

waking me at 12:03

My neck itches

Each hour passes

My badge of honor heals

yes, my port under my skin

And the scars within

is my medal to show

that I WILL WIN!

Time constraints

As I lay awake-

I pray to God

for a good night's sleep

Please arrive & please stay

Because, honestly

I've really got

Nothin' left to say.

3:29am