Poetry Series - "Chemo 2"

Too weak to walk

Can barely talk

No strength, no hair

Filled with despair

I cannot taste

The food I waste

I've shaved off my hair

It's no longer there

I've aching bones

That make me moan

And my dry skin

Feels paper-thin

Can't always sleep

Makes me want to weep

Yet still I eat

Won't admit defeat

I feel so low

But deep down I know

I won't despair

Because you're all there

On the upside: I never knew I had such a perfectly shaped head!

By Lorraine Leiter