I undress in the darkness, hoping no one will see.
Only a scar is left, where my breast used to be.
I slip into the tub, with the door securely locked,
Assuring the view of my ugliness, is fully blocked.
I bear the scars of cancer, the cruelest beast alive,
He's trying to strike me down, with Chemotherapy at his side.
My body's frail, my hair is gone along with my strength,
But still I must stand and fight, and go to any length.
I rise up from the water, pulling a towel about my frame.
I wear a scarf around my head, to cover what cancer maimed.
I don a gown that covers me, as I crawl into our bed.
Under the covers and covered up, I turn away my head.
I think about my husband, how cheated he must feel.
A wife I've not been to him, my passions lost it's zeal.
He rolls over to hold me close. I try to get away.
How could he want me now, so ugly, thin and gray?
He turned me over, kissed my face, pulled the scarf from my head.
"Don't you know that you are beautiful in my eyes?" He said.
He unbuttoned my gown and took it off, as tears ran down my face.
He kissed my head and over my scar his fingers did trace.
"I care not about your hair, your weight, or your scar.
It is you whom I love, and that, no disease can mar!"