12 Rounds with Breast Cancer


Fight of my life
how do I not show my fear?
Tears! Blur my eyes,
so I wipe to keep them dry.
Won't hear me sigh,
to keep my support going strong.
Although it feels like I wont be living too long.
Doctors gave me two months
and I'm half way through the first.
Having pictures when I dream
of me sleeping in a hearse.
Is this karma or a curse?
my minds thinking of the worst.
They say my type is so common
but my fight they've never seen.
Because I gave it my all,
soon as I stepped into the ring.
Ill be a memory and a dream
for those who need hope to live.
I hope my motivation gives you more will to give.
Today I've reached the 2nd month
so time to me is very rare.
No time to let go,
just educate those not knowing and share
that I care by telling you to stay aware.
Don't hold back go out there
and look for the answer.
Prepare as I did
for my 12 round fight with Breast Cancer.

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