Cancer

This is a poem I wrote one day when I was feeling particularly angry towards cancer. I was inspired to write this from my anger. My friend was going through a close experience with cancer, and my heart went out to her. I also have had close contact with cancer, so her pain hit home with me. I hope you'll read it. I think sometimes something so hard to hear must be heard.

CANCER

Creeping,

Crawling,

Spreading.


It roots itself

a tiny cell

that turns into

a million.


In the hospital

treated by chemo

it doesn't go away.


It stays there

killing you

slowly.


And soon

its too much.


your body can't-

won't-

"just survive."


something

anything

help.

Welcome

Hey, my name is Marianne and you might already know who I am. I have two blogs already (My Life and My World) but it didn't seem to be enough. My friends Rose Cunnimgham (Sincerely from, Rose Cunningham) and Kirthi Rao (Pages, Dreamer) both have literature blogs, and I had been toying with the idea of getting one myself. Finally, I decided to make one.

The name for this blog has a very simple meaning. When I write, I draw inspiration from anything and everything around me. It could be the setting sun, shot through with brilliant colors, or the radiant beauty of my family. It could honestly be anything. But there is one thing that I write about almost constantly, that I draw incredible inspiration from: the stars. I love this... quote, almost, that I made up: No matter what happens, I'll always have the stars. ***