The Test


Her cry fills the silence.
"How can it be?
This happens to others,
but not to me."

Tears blur her vision from
seeing the floor.
A hand pats her shoulder;
shows her the door.

A fight is before her.
In that, she knows
her loved ones will rally.
Strength does she sow.

Plans and appointments are
put into place.
Still hiding inside from
what must be faced.

The fight tests her body,
one blow by blow.
Her spirit remains strong,
or she thinks so.

A question she asks as
never before.
"Is this medical treatment,
or chemical war?"

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