Poetry About Cancer Survivors

The calendar holds another scan in blue. Hair grows back with a different weather. Good news arrives, but not invulnerability. The body keeps both scar and appetite. Survival is less a finish than a practice. Today, the kettle sings and someone stays to hear it.

The visible thing is only an entrance. Hair grows back with a different weather. Behind it waits a more difficult truth. The body keeps both scar and appetite. Silence gives the question room to deepen. Today, the kettle sings and someone stays to hear it.

The calendar holds another scan in blue. Time moves, but the image does not leave. Good news arrives, but not invulnerability. It returns us to survival after cancer, scans, uncertainty, changed bodies, ordinary days, and hope that does not erase fear. Survival is less a finish than a practice. The day continues with a more attentive heart.