Fuck Cancer: A Poem

Posted byStef G.Posted inUncategorized

Frustration,
Unending pain,
Crying,
Keeping me up at night.

Can I do this?
Am I strong enough?
No more self pity.
Crawl if you must.
Every minute of this life is worth it.
Rise up.

Published by Stef G.

30-something former Critical Care RN, divorced single mom, tongue cancer survivor and empath who is constantly striving to be better than she was yesterday.

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