The Good Cancer

Good cancer they said.

Thoughts in my head.

Feeling the dread

Taking over me.

Seeing myself

Float over me.

Looking in from the outside,

Aching from deep inside,

Troubled to find the right words and say

"I accept my diagnosis, I'll live another day".

Why would it come easy?

Should it be so easy?

One day at a time feels like a century.

The dose of the news numbs me.

But it has started a fire

It breeds me, it inspires

I see ahead and see,

Seeing myself set free

I have chronic myeloid leukemia, an illness

A good cancer they said, I am a witness

It dictates not who I am or who to be

But here I am, set free