Pink Ribbon

A smile, a laugh, a flower
The deficiency of time in one hour
She looked up at the pink ribbon of power
Ready for the blunt devour

Not at all aware of her fate
Never will she forget this dreadful date
When her pink ribbon diagnosis was a bit too late
Desperately trying to keep thinking straight

She clung on to the slightly awkward perfection
Which suddenly muddled her patterns
This was the so-called unknown
She could not go through this alone

Her world could be stopped in seconds
Death could suddenly beckon
But she avoided the chilling snare
She ran faster, avoiding despair

She just wanted a single hour
Which was much less in all its power
She let go a cool deep breath
And with one tenacious smile, she greeted death

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I would like to dedicate this poem to my grandma, a woman who bravely fought breast cancer. Unlike the ending of my poem, she ultimately won her battle and is now a healthy, happy, strong-as-ever breast cancer survivor, as well as my role model.