Cancers Laughing

An agonising wait for tests to confirm my worst fears
Beside myself with grief and a constant flow of tears
Cancer sits and laughs as I huddle up and cry
Deciding my future and whether I will die
Ever present in my dreams and the time I spend awake
Fighting to take over all the decisions that I make
Getting ever stronger in its will to grow and thrive
Helped along its way by the fears on my inside
Indecisive in its plans on where to strike me next
Just ever present, leaving me ever more perplexed
Kindled by the evil, that grows inside my body
Looking only to cause more destruction inside this nobody
May I fight this cancer? Of course with all my might
Never let it take a hold of me like the blackness of the night
Oh how I thank my friends, their constant comforting
Placing my hand in theirs, always advising
Queries seem to lessen as the tests become more clear
Replaced by my strength to overcome my fears
Still I must fight on; there is a battle to be won
The battle for my freedom, one that must go on
Until the day it is destroyed, never to come back
Vanished away by treatments, finally stopping its attack
When this day happens, I will celebrate for all to see
Xanthic colour like the sunshine will return to me
Yet I will never forget the cancer that grew inside
Zetetic = meaning we must seek a cure before more die

(Xanthic = yellow; yellowish)
(Zetetic = seeking, proceeding by inquiry)

*The A-Z of my feelings on cancer