In this hour, you’ll imbibe

Poison to keep your bones alive

Punctured veins and rotten breath

Saves you from untimely death

Sterile rooms and freezing hands

Protecting you from death’s bold plans

Losing all your luscious hair

Keeps you breathing filtered air

Too nauseous to put on weight

Helps you conquer your dark fate

Weakened body, clouded mind

Helps you learn to live resigned

When the treatment’s finally done

You’ll wonder if you’ve truly won.

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I began my chemotherapy in April of 2016 and wanted to honor that in some way. So, here’s a poem!

This particular poem is from By the Bones, so, if you like it, grab your copy today!