Second Battle, Same Me

Cancer Days

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Cancer days good.
Cancer days bad.
You never really know
Which day you had.

Massage in the morning,
Constipated afternoon.
Laughing on sunny roads,
Then a mental monsoon.

Peaceful nap
in a comfortable bed,
Waking up   
with worms in your head.

Tears.
Laughter.
Lightness.
Pain.
It’s never the same—
Never explained.

Cancer days good.
Cancer days bad.
You never really know
Which day you had.

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