This poem has been written following a conversation with a friend who has battled breast cancer, at a cost, and who lives daily with lymphedema. She described this poem as ‘Shockingly accurate’.
There’s a monster within you
One that you have fought and defeated
But at a devastating cost.
For that monster has disfigured you
Tortured and ridiculed you.
But lurking deeper
Hidden from all but those around you
Is a more insidious demon
Who has now taken over
Your body and your spirit.
It fashions every thought
Governs every action and it wants your mind.
This demon delights in control
It cares little
But takes satisfaction from your pain.
A pain never to leave you,
For the demon plays and plots his demonic ecstasy.
Your fierce determination
Will never allow him to smirk at his handiwork.
By the jibes of loved ones.
Today lovers shy from you, and the demon cackles as you are left to gaze at your match of spare parts,
Bits that appear real,
But remain mute.
Let others to see the patchwork woman.
You know the real you.