Has my body become an impure vessel?
Contaminated, polluted, tainted, weakened?
Or have I come whole again?
Unadulterated, unalloyed, ultra pure?
Has surgery, chemotherapy and radiation
Altered the chemical balance
That ultimately manifests itself
In my very essence?
I refuse to think of myself as tainted, diluted or thinned,
Instead I’d rather enjoy the thought of a fine restoration,
Enabling me to overcome the gnarly essence of
For who am I to become?
Don’t I have the most input?
Going forward, thinking it through
Am I enough?
Shall I reach out and offer myself
To a community in need,
Or re-situate within the comfort
And confines of myself?
The answer is contained above.