Tumbling cell shards,
Clear as water, magically clotting
Your blood, were no longer there.
Bone marrow like a desert,
Like a broken engine unable
To produce the trifecta of life,
Red blood cells, white blood cells
And platelets, the vital flow.
Platelets are the Achilles heel of leukemia,
When they disappear,
Every scratch becomes a weeping,
Seeping rivulet that gains force
And will not relent.
Bleeding blood, the force of life,
I tried to staunch that flow.
I would have tried forever.
A Little Bit of Everything, With Love 
How sad, when the body betrays you, and there is so much nothing you can do about it.
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Yes, there was no way to stop it
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So poignant. So hard when you can’t do anything about it.
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Thank you, Esther.
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Oh Lisa, I am so sorry. Your poem is heartfelt and raw.
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Thank you very much
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❤❤❤
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“Every scratch becomes a weeping”. One line can mean so much!
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Thank you for your words and for being here.
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