…My inner turmoil
You are my main pain,
Not that there aren’t a thousand other pains
Burning my nerves as it is
And drying up my cells!
No, here you are, nose high up in the peaks for the stakes;
Forming a canopy of foaming sickness and nausea
Above my head
Aiming for my being,
Aiming to ill-tame my flows; lording your poison on me,
I stand like an easel for a Devil’s dare to master my life
Am I already mustered by him?
I am easily fatigued by your power,
My immune is frail as
I wage a futile war;
Yet I fight
Like a ceaseless pouring cry of the wayward clouds,
As he wages war with the Wind
For the Maiden of Sunshine,
I fight with zeal, I fight.
Like an iron woman not easily removed,
She comes like a broiling urn
For a winter’s cold
They say God made her stubborn,
To stand the course of the weak,
She takes liberties in their weakness
Cos even when the sun fails to rise,
Yes she will rise to the occasion
And feed their yearnings,
Kindling their nest,
Such is the breast of a woman
Beaten but never broken,
Have you seen her face lately?
Before she is forgotten or even
Look her in the mirror,
The mirage is only a conscious’ façade,
Face up to her,
Even love her if you can…
Nobody knows her better than you,
Your hero calls
In the mirror’s echo of your Name.
‘Beat the virus’,
‘Beat the fatal gland’
‘Beat the ignorance shaped laziness’
To know, to be informed!
Call the doctor
To avoid restless nights,
Let knowing be luxury
‘Touch your breast’
‘Touch your life’!
‘Touch your blood’,
‘And fear no loss’!
Take care—have your breasts tested! It’s Breast Cancer Month!