Angels
There's always one moment that changes us allwhere not even God can break the fall
Not one mere being is left behind
from the defining moment which rattles the mind
My jaw has clenched, my walls have spun
That day has come, and that day is done
It may be a softer blow to hear
from the one teenager who has felt real fear
It gets worse before it gets better,
and only God can control the weather
It's hard to see when you're in real deep
the trust that only God can keep
There's a time for joy and a time for sorrow
but understand that there's always tomorrow
Remember that every tear you cry
is another chance for an angel to fly
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I am a sixteen-year-old girl from New York. In December of 2012, I was diagnosed with stage-three ovarian cancer. I wrote this poem exactly two months after undergoing major surgery where my journey first began. The "moment" I discuss in my writing refers to the moment that I received my diagnosis from the doctor. I am currently on the road to recovery, having finished chemotherapy at last. My family, friends, boyfriend, and God have all given me immense strength. I hope that my poem can help guide others who are beginning to face an extraordinary challenge.