My two breasts are perfect
I look down and reflect
So round and full, soft and smooth
As they sway to their own groove
No longer quite erect,
Yet their beauty I respect
They are healthy, they are strong
No matter what comes along
Bleak worries I deflect
Criticisim I reject
I’ll never need an upgrade
I refuse to be afraid.
I find myself terrorized sometimes, viscerally fearful of cancer. I have to admit, I am afraid of getting cancer. Whether of the breast or other. I am sure others of you are as well. How can we not be? It is everywhere. Statistics show us in a very tight spot. Conspiracy theories abound, and I don’t have a preference, but I find it hard to believe the Cancer terrorism does not have a face behind it somewhere.
SO…. what do I do? Face my fear and write it out here. Write a poem against it as if I am casting a spell of protection around myself. I wish it were that simple.
I just realized that I can’t keep lying to myself that I am NOT afraid. Because I am. Getting a mammogram – once I have done it since my mother’s initial diagnosis- and it was far too emotionally gutting for me. I can’t bring myself to do it again. And I know, I know that I should.
SO… instead, I write a poem. Maybe it will make someone smile somewhere or feel strong- even if it’s false or temporary. Everything is temporary, anyway… even pain.