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.
Second Battle, Same Me 