Malignant lesions attack my face
With alarming haste to another new place,
External blemishes to which I’m well akin,
Frequent biopsies and broken skin,
But it’s through those cracks that the light shines in,
To heal the scars that lie hidden within,
Invisible wounds that cause more strife
Than superficial cuts from a surgeons knife,
They instil much doubt if you let them spread
Causing negative thoughts inside your head,
Still my journey continues without any fear,
The rays from my Angel are always very near
Penetrating gently in to my core
Comfort and hope…I want no more .