6 July 2012
Checking my chest, Around my left breast, A swear there's a new lump there.
Stand by bedside, Eyes open too wide, Skin being tickled by hair.
Is it a cyst? Have I been kissed? Loved by an unwanted thing?
Something's not right, My heart feels tight, There's a darker, larger ring.
Panic and worry, Now in a hurry, To probe this unwanted guest.
Too dark inside, What can skin hide? It's an illness; much more than a pest.
Hurt as a secret, Fills me with regret, I know that I'm now suffering.
Not much to do, But look back with rue, And the chaos that I'm rebuffing.
A lump on my nipple, Health, does it cripple, I can feel it from head to toe.
My little dark friend there, Giving its own 'care', I don't want people to know.
Rightly Paranoid. • Opuss № I