Cancer is a Game Of Wills

Every dawn,

Starts with a blow.

Pain.

It enters that first morning thought

banishing hope like a bully.

You know It Knows.

It knows your last strong hold.

The only space it can not reach.

It has beat every soft organ in you.

Leaving a crumbling shell of a body.

Just waiting for you to crack.

It dares ask you,

Every waking moment,

"Do you still have the will?"

Because it knows,

It can not touch your faith.