TOUCH ME

Touch me here, See me now,

I am still a woman, When you touch me here…

Some answers are more terrifying than questions,

I never asked but am now in receipt of an answer,

I wince when I raise my hands,

Like my grandmother before her and my mother before me,

I empty the bags of fluid when no one is home,

I wear loose clothes, careful not to tangle the tubes…

Touch me here, See me now,

I am still a woman, When you touch me here…

I wake in a night sweat, waiting on the hot flash to leave me,

In the dark, absent mindedly,

I touch them, where they used to be,

I do not remember the soft mounds of flesh that jiggled there,

But joyful pain of my daughter’s embrace,

On the day I came back home.

Touch me here, See me now,

I am still a woman, When you touch me here…

I have decided that I will not survive; I will live.

My hair is short and sparse; sometimes I wear a wig,

My bra shifts a lot; I will take it off and stuff it in my bag,

These bandages remember not the loss, but honor the gain,

I used to look like a woman, but now I am a woman.

I have decided that I will not be the survivor; I will be alive.

Touch me here, See me now,

I am still a woman, When you touch me here…

Amare Poeta

3 thoughts on “TOUCH ME

  1. I cannot begin to describe the hollow sadness and great admiration ignited in me by this piece. I don’t know what it’s like to survive breast cancer, but I did have a scare once and it changes you. This piece needs to be read and heard and absorbed and celebrated like the inspiring women who have dealt with the loss of the persona.

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  2. Reblogged this on sogugu and commented:
    I am yet to come across a work as noble and open and honest as this one is in the appreciation of the struggles women go through when an ailment causes them to lose a part of themselves.
    Do take the time to share and reflect on the persona’s experience; she represents someone’s true story.

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