If cancer had color,
would it be bright red with horror-
its heartless vines stretching
like fresh blood spatter on a wall?
Or maybe purple-
royally empowered with greed,
plundering poor cells and leaving no survivors?
Do I imagine it yellow-
oozing sickly jaundice,
while weakening the body, turning strength into stench?
Or possibly blue-
frosty and unfeeling,
like a cold I.V. slowly dripping icy fear?
I can picture it green-
sprouting spores of fresh fungus,
rapidly spreading poisonous polyps.
I once thought it black-
casting pure evil, cursing my soul,
a Salem witch hanging heavy on my heart.
But now know it’s white-
cut out with my breasts
cleansed free, I own breath,
my baptism of birth and a gift of my worth.
A contest entry
- inspire me!! by fluffatron69.
700 points, ended November 2, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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At first I was ready to bellow that I dislike dark poetry! But I read on, and I'm glad I did, as the poem's last stanza was strong and positive, an interesting perspective (the colour of cancer...) and well written! Good luck in the contest!
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