10 years past since my

7th Birthday, my mom,

Bought the gold, tender 

Nuggets for me, a picture 

was formed. 

10 years past since  the first day 

of second grade, a flow

Of happiness traveled through 

Hallways, kids running, teachers leading, 

I was happy 

10 years past since  the pain started, 

The pain, grew like roots, 

My leg, still as a branch,

And my life was gone

10 years past when the needle

 first pierced, 

Felt, the sharp end, 

piercing my skin,

The pain, slightly surrounded me, 

Watched, as my life crumbled 

10 years since the 

First time I started walking,

Sun in my face, pain faded, 

The feeling of the cold, marbled floor

touching my skin. 

9 years since the trip to India,

2 hours in plane, surrounded

By white walls, and small windows

Squeezed within the seats 

And a coke on the side. 

9 years since the day I stopped eating,

The fresh, crisp air of india,

Blowing in my face, sounds of birds echoed, 

The smell of food surrounding the house, 

But I wasn't hungry. Medication, flooded 

My brain, slowly entering my blood, 

As the hunger grew, it faded,

The meds, took over 

9 years since my aunts wedding, 

Colored garments surround the altar, 

The light, as it flooded through, 

The happiness returned 

My aunt, beautiful, her dress

Was sight of an angel, my uncle

Nervous, but happy, the white

Of his suit, lit up, as his angel

Walked to the altar. 

3 years after treatment, 

2016, my final surgery,

I remember the white walls

Closing me in, the light,

As it blinded me, wearing

Blue and cotton gown covering me, the pools of tears 

Fell. 3 mask above, slowly 

Fading away, as my eyes dropped. 

5 years after the surgery, 

COVID, slowly faded, 

Schools were opened.

1st day of Sophomore year

Anxiety, slithered down my spine, 

Sight of people, isolating me as I 

Walked down the colorful hallways. 

 The summer after Sophomore year, 

As the memories grew, so 

Did the pain, the anxiety

Became my blood, the pain

Became my mind, and I

Became the aggression. 

Finally, Senior year, 

The pain, slowly fading

Away, the anxiety, 

Still exist, But,

Now 18, 11 years 

Past, and 

918, my diagnosis date

Still exist.