So many body images taken
Vulnerable insides exposed
Images show so many shades of grey,
Sliced shapes of organs..
Tell me they are ok?
Images of this body of mine
Fragile with disease yet so strong
My brain works, fingers move
Walking. Talking. Fine.
Images show a cluster of cells that don’t belong
Cells that have the ability to meander
To go with the flow and end up where they may.
They multiply and make friends,
Their celebrating clusters destroy my tissues.
So we take images..
We peer into the insides
Looking for the “don’t belong’s”
I lay on display, cold and in dismay,
Enveloped in large, rotating tubes
Small tubes inject a solution
So we can find a solution
I lay and pray
For what my 3 girls will learn
At the end of this day.
The same 3 girls
Look at their own body image
So many times I’ve whispered,
“my lovelies, its what’s on the inside that matters“