Cancer is a Game Of Wills
- Michelle Moore
- Mar 28, 2023
- 1 min read
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.