Nothing is what it appears

I look in the mirror

I see myself young

In my twenties

Is this true?  Can it be?

Traveling back in time

Defying history

A second chance

Where are my sons?

Are they here?

They would be babies

Are they near?

I do not want a world without them

I won’t start all over without my boys

I must go back, there is no choice

How?

Closing my eyes

Turning away from the mirror

Praying…

I open my eyes

I had drifted to sleep

I look into the mirror

My eyes appear deep

Older, wrinkled

I begin to weep

I have aged

My skin is crinkled

My muscle is gone

I appear 20 years older

This is not time travel

I am now a soldier

This is cancer

It fed on my flesh

This the result of its hunger

My Doctors and I

Have fought a battle

We are determined to win the war

I am armed with Faith and Hope

Love ones and Angels

Cancer’s face, I deplore

We are strong

We will fight

We will win

We will soar

by Renee Robinson