Letters from the Light

Dear Cancer,
It’s been sixteen years.
And somehow, you’re still here—still a hater.

You keep taking from me,
Stealing pieces of who I used to be.

You’re more than a disease—
You’re a shadow of unease.

I’m not feeling any better,
Which is why I’m writing this letter.

I’m tired of you.
My heart aches too.

You rob me of moments and memories,
And leave behind mysteries.

Still, I fight.
Still, I search for light.

I’ve chosen to serve, to share, to love—
And that, I am proud of.

You continue to spread your poison and pain,
But I’ve stopped looking for answers in vain.

I celebrate the little things now,
And embrace what life allows.

I’m not saying I’m glad you came,
But I’m no longer playing your game.

I’ve shifted my view,
And I refuse to shrink for you.

Let the Universe use me—let it be wise,
No more disguises, no more lies.

Hatred, disease, and you, Cancer, are kin—
But you don’t get to win.

This letter is goodbye.
I’m claiming my life—
Filled with love, truth, and the will to rise.

*The artwork in the cover photo of this poem is original art by the author, Michelle Lawrence