She’s always been a fighter,
tilting at windmills in her mind
is more than an occupational hazard
it’s a way of life
a stance she chooses not lightly.
And she stands
arms at the ready, fists clenched
waiting for the next round.
She knows she must never surrender,
never go down for the count
because she may not have the strength to rise
this time, or the next
or the ones beyond today, stretching to infinity.
And her head is high,
as if she hears the echo of the bell
so her muscles contract.
She rests her weight lightly on the balls of her feet,
ready for fight or flight
to sting and dance away is her strategy
knowing she’s confined by the ring of her existence
hemmed in on every side.
And she has known pain,
with blood mingled in tears
but she still fights
It’s not in her nature to quit,
she fights on
irregardless of cost or injury,
not acknowledging weariness or fear,
allowing no room for doubt.
And she’s losing ground
one day soon the hollows of illness will devour her
and she will fall… this time forever
When death claims her, as it must,
I wonder what she will fight against then.
Author notes
Written April 2nd, 2006
A contest entry
- Cancer by Adrasteia.
300 points, ended April 16, 2006, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
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wow.....ive been rendered silent hahaha
its an amazing peice....very touching, very well written...i love it, very awesome descriptions...i like how you almost used the imagery of a boxing match.....very very suitable for this poem a very great piece!
Amazing job!
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This is wonderfully written. There is such strength, not just hers, in your words. Good luck to you. Hugs, Patricia
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Very nice write!!!! I loved it! Good luck to you in the contest! Have fun! peace
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Kethry is is a wonderful poem, very thoughtful and complmentry. (not unlike yourself) Thank you.
Edited on Apr 04, 5:19 because ''.
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