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Poems

Our Herd submits poems that help them get through the day when fighting cancer. Some are inspiring while others are just to express how they are feeling.

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The Ghost of Cancer Is Me

by Sarah Ammerman September 22, 2024

The ghost of cancer is me.

Or rather, the old me.

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a sacred place

by Natalie Bunimovitz September 11, 2024

my body does not feel like a temple.
the goddess it once served has retreated.

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I Walked A Thousand Miles

by Rachel Vinciguerra June 25, 2024

I walked a thousand miles away from home—
IV stands and frozen steps
Dicarbozene and overcast skies
With you, the uninvited.

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Darkest Hours

by Amelia Ruiz May 28, 2024

A year away in California, a dream unfolding
Training, motivated, hungry for College
In the best shape of my life, smiling and at peace
Life crashes down, sickness strikes at twenty

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Finding Solace in Survivorship

by Joely Serino May 9, 2024

She protected me,
The day’s events could’ve rocked my world,
Could’ve broken me down beyond repair,
But she protected me.

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Deciduous: A Poem for Processing Chemo Hair Loss

by Erin Miller February 15, 2024

This year, I get to be deciduous.

Drop my cells to the floor, prep the soil for this post-traumatic growth that I’m sowing.

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I am Not A Soldier

by Sarah Ammerman January 17, 2024

You call me warrior, but I do not receive that title
I am a survivor, I am a mother, I am a friend
I am not a soldier

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Storm of Words

by Hail H. Quackenbush January 9, 2024

Woody Guthrie cried out
into the rising dust,
singing,
“I’ve heard a storm
of words in me” ––
A storm of words…

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Prayers

by Sandy Azzam May 26, 2023

Prayers work wonders
Yet sometimes
They also make you wonder
Why sometimes
They are just not heard

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I Left Her Behind

by Lianne Twohig April 28, 2023

I left her behind.
It wasn’t my decision.
I miss her.
Not one day goes by that I don’t think of her.

I close my eyes and she’s there.
I think she’s imperfectly beautiful.
Easy on my eyes, if only in my eyes.

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