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There is that vast ocean

Of cancer, one that lies to be seen

And she stands at the bank

Eyeing the serenity at the other bank

Would she be able to swim through

To her loved ones? Could tales of others winning be true?

Should she stand rooted

Until back waves get her uprooted?

Or with victory in mind swim

And take the opportunity to dream?

This is the time to drink some cancer

Or be drunk by cancer

She looks at those who love her

Those who never saw her sail into the pain

Those whose buses of lives left without her

Think they have many times and memories to gain

With her

Yet she sees them waving from the other side

Not hearing their words travelling to her side

This is it

Life which cannot fit

Every juncture of her life, hurdles sit

Waiting for her without merit

She feels completely lost.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014