Curled beside your aching bones
Throughout the night or day.
Watered eyes and trembling lips
A stapled unmoving grin,
Cheesy jokes and tumbling words
Mask the pain within.
A dragon around your prison bed,
A blanket or a flame.
Cancer sniggers ruefully,
Playing its personal game.
The rules too cruel and ridged,
For the dragon to understand.
Treading water, catching breaths
Staring wistfully at the sand.
But dragons have other strengths
That cancer cannot see.
So we’ll tread the water, catch our breaths,
And one day we’ll be free.