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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