By Marissa Haislip
They look at you, in the eye, holding your gaze,
Trying to show comfort and understanding,
While saying the dreaded words, “I’m sorry, it is cancer.”
But those words don’t bring any comfort.
Instead, they plunge you into darkness.
Others look at you with a slight smile on their lips
Attempting to mask the pity behind their eyes,
Trying to be a friend the best way they know how.
“I’m sorry,” they say. “But you got this. You are a warrior.”
But these words feel hollow. Am I?
Some don’t even look at you;
They stay away, not knowing what to say.
Not realizing that not reaching out hurts too.
The words that are absent are just as memorable
As the wrong words from some.
But those battling the same fight, stand beside you.
They know exactly what to say.
No hollow words from them--
Only words filled with meaning and understanding.
They look at you and see you.
Dedicated to my IG “Breasties” who have made this journey a bit more bearable.
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