Cancer

Cancer

Body
weak and degraded
by probing hands, roaming
to find ill.

Mind
slowly disintegrating into dust
tattered by yes or no questions
answered by maybe.

Heart
broken, repaired, broken
by lovers and friends who
were pretending to be
lovers and friends.

Soul
bruised all over
from years of abuse, still
there waiting to
be healed.

Spirit
intact and hopeful and
healthier than
I.