Cancer

Standard

Another machine

Used for another test

Hoping for this one

To be the last.

They bring out a marker 

And brush it upon my skin

They also put a needle

With black ink for it to sink in

These markings are not a beginning 

To a will,

They are my battle wounds 

To show my journey from afar.

Strength comes in many forms 

Strong and mighty will forever be my roar.

Never, never giving up until

I…am…the winner. 

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