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cancer has entered her body, attacking organs and bones. Sleep is the only respite she has from the horrors that confront her. Some days she begs me to let her go, to let her die. She is tired of fighting. I hold her hand and pray.</p><p id="9f90">Copyright © 2020 by Harley King</p><p id="f3d1">If you like this poem, you may also like <b><i>Faith.</i></b></p><div id="8c82" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/faith-

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The Fight

A Story-Poem

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She sleeps clutching a teddy bear, dreaming of monsters and other aliens that inhabit those worlds beyond our conscious minds. She is fighting for her life in this world where cancer has entered her body, attacking organs and bones. Sleep is the only respite she has from the horrors that confront her. Some days she begs me to let her go, to let her die. She is tired of fighting. I hold her hand and pray.

Copyright © 2020 by Harley King

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