The battles that I’ve fought
are pretty well known
documented in clinics
hospitals and ER’s
war wounds and scars
decorate my body
but some remain hidden
never seen except by a mirror
and… reluctantly…
by my lover
This conflict has left scars
the physical can be dealt with
but it’s the emotional I struggle to embrace
feelings of being less then whole
a sense of shame…
occupies my mind
Still learning an acceptance
for things I can not control
this is who I am
every scar… a little victory
every body part taken…
all done for a hatred of cancer
and a love for you…
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