There was once a normal girl
With normal friends in a normal school
This little girl was happy as can be
Knowing not that her fate was cruel
She found a lump on her collar bone
Smiled, oblivious, as a stone,
Doctor said: "Emergency!"
"Oh well," thought she, "How bad can it be?"
For all her life she'd known no harm
Sweet as chocolate, in a happy farm
Young and laying in mother's arm
Innocent.
But this little girl was smart.
And laying in a hospital bed with her eyes all red
and a lump in her throat and a lump in her neck
She prayed to God - no thanked him! -
For this wasn't Aids! or Cancer!
...Thought she... it couldn't, was it?
After lots of needles and many a test,
This little girl was allowed to rest
Until doctor came in with her mum and her dad
And an expression as emotionless as it can get
He led her to a new ward with walls painted bright
And told her everything was going to be allright
- still with the emotionless expression on his face
But with as much gentleness as he could fake.
Cancer. Crying. Bald, and Ache.
Eye of toad and tongue of snake
Doctors, nurses. Sleep and wake.
Salt on wound. Poison (Chemo)
Shake.
But that story's old now
No one likes it anymore
5 years later I lay here
a shadow on the floor
And now's when I should thank him,
Now that "It's all gone"
But I guess one thank you is enough
for god's ironic plans.
Here lays another normal girl
With normal friends in a normal school
Not even close to happy is she
For no one understands.
I wrote this poem a while ago. I'm feeling much better now with the help of therapy, and time. I thought I'd share because people sometimes forget that it's tough for young cancer survivors even after the cancer is gone. The trauma stays with you, but there is help out there.
