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After cancer

I woke up today;

I woke up:
Surprised,
Thrilled,
Terrified.

But,
By the Grace of God,
I still woke.

I woke up:
Glad;
To be able to move,
And taste,
And think,
And hum,
And simply do
Many
Of the most
Pointless and inane
Delights
That humans do;

I woke up
Angry;
Angry at the state of the world;
That wars are,
That hunger persists,
That death is;

That my coworkers
Are so swift with their words,
So frivolous with their callous remarks;
That their wives
(Maybe the first,
Maybe the second),
Aren’t as starkly stunning
As on their wedding day
(Which many squandered early,
Anyway);

I woke,
Glad for the chance
To once again draw
The frigid winter air
Deep in to my lungs;

Glad, even,
For the cough
That was the result
Of my overzealous breath;

 But,
I woke up today,

And,
I hope to,
Again, tomorrow.
Written by tell_me_wy
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Author's Note
Four years after cancer, but the kind of cancer you want if you have to have it. Does that even make it valid?

(Side note: when you cannot taste, eating becomes a chore; I’m still trying to limp past that one)
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