Saturday

Into the Fray and Remission Mission

She conquered the demon before, the one that tried to consume her  from inside. She won with warriors  at her back and poison in her veins. But its claws struck too deep, dragged  across her and left scars as it reshaped  itself into something so much stronger. She cleans her armor, sharpens her blade,  and waits for a cancer-free diagnosis.

Remission Mission 

She won the day: Informed the troops
of obliteration and surrender of the enemy,
the demon, that fought dirty and like hell
to possess her body, abscond with her life…
a second stealth attack in the shade
of first victory. The small crowd cheered.
Tears, guests of honor, came and went
like clouds. The warrior gave speeches
of a future in full sunlight, sans chemo.

I think this is the only time I wrote a direct sequel to a poem. It could be they were once a large ramble I detangled, but I don't recall. 

On another note: I had an oncology appointment on Tuesday. I'm still cancer-free. 

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