Cancer

There is a cancer in my soul

A black spot dwelling

Where my heart should be

It was planted

Long ago

By seeds of doubt that still sprout

In my mind.

People always say that cancer sucks

And I agree,

But most don't know what it's like

To have cancer of the mind

Growing in your soul

Every day the oil

Spreads through my milky white

Conscience

And it grows and grows

Until I don't have much

Conscience

Left.

I thought nothing could stop it,

That I was stuck with this parasite

But it turns out this cancer has a cure.

You.

You cut it out of me

Shrunk it with a radiation treatment called love

And for the longest time,

I refused to hope

Never dared to let optimism destroy me.

But today the planet of pain

In my scarred, twisted heart

Has shrunk,

Even smaller than when

I first found it.

A black marble

Tucked away in my pocket

A reminder

That hope isn't a curse

That everything can be fixed

That I can be fixed.

No.

That I was never broken

In the first place

Because we all have cancer in our soul

It's up to us

To find the treatment we need

To survive.

And without you,

I would never know

How to live.