The
cancer
impacts her
frame harshly and
leaves visible scars.
Her skirt hangs so loosely.
Her rings jangling so easy.
Her face in the mirror so gaunt.
These changes force her to face the truth.
Damn you, cancer! Nothing will be the same.
Loose Rings
I Write Her 
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Yes! The words powerfully conveyed the thoughts surrounding cancer but the aesthetics of the poem of the tree suggests the strength one has! What a solid piece of work!
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I appreciate your thoughts and kind words, Tien. <3
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Your powerful piece speaks, Susi! Well done.
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Thank you, Eugenia! ☺️
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Sad and beautiful! 💕
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My uncle got cancer recently. Such a handsome man is ruined. I know what you say.
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I’m sorry to hear that, Hamed. ((Hugs))
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Incredibly powerful poem, Susi. I think we’ve all been touched in some way. ❤️
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Thanks, Dorinda. Yes, it is something most of us have encountered, either know of someone or have it personally affect us. ❤️
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You’re welcome. Hubby is a survivor. 29 years clean, thank God! ❤️
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Yay! So glad to hear that! <3
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Thank you! ❤
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This is sad but reality.
I have read some stories about cancer.
Thanks for sharing.
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Yes, it can be very sad. Thanks for stopping by.
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My pleasure. <3
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