The Battle

Eventful nights,
Luminous lights,
And dire sights,
For her,
It's a millennium.
Strident sounds,
Sweltering heat,
And recurring pain,
She languishes.
It rankles me,
How she stays sane,
She tries to deter me,
From the real truth,
Of her excruciating hurt,
But little does she know,
I understand everything.
His authority,
Makes me act conscientiously.
She facilitates herself,
But it isn't easy for her.
It was difficult for me to apprehend,
For I was afraid.
For that woman,
Is battling cancer,
And she is strong, amazing, and determined,
For she, is my grandmother.

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