But an open heart.
Sharing what's in my thoughts
And asking you to keep me in yours.
I have breast cancer.
I don't feel sick
Yet cells inside of me
War with each other
With me as the prize.
A small anomaly
On a mammogram
Questioned by an ultrasound
Confirmed by a biopsy.
A moment ago I was fine.
Now I'm not.
I guess I march forward
And join the ranks
Of women
Who "Courageously battle"
Our own bodies.
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