Breast Cancer Awareness Month - October

Published: October 2020

Poems About Fighting Breast Cancer

Millions of women are fighting a battle with breast cancer, and hundreds of thousands more are diagnosed with it every year. October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. It’s a time to spread awareness and educate people about this disease. During October, women are encouraged to get screened. People also share their stories about how they or their loved ones have been affected by breast cancer. Hearing stories from those who have walked this journey are a reminder that you are not alone. Millions of people have walked it or are currently going through this battle. May we lean on one another during times of need. And may we rally around those whose lives have been impacted by cancer.

6 Poems About Fighting Breast Cancer

  1. 1. A Wing And A Prayer

    • By Michelle Butler
    • Published by Family Friend Poems July 2013 with permission of the Author.

    This is for my cousin Linda Pugliese, for strength and support through her battle with cancer. It also served to put some things in perspective and get me off the pity pot I was on after a split off a 20 plus year marriage.

    in Courage Poems

    Under the wing of an angel, we feel protected.
    Through prayers to God, we feel connected.

    Peace is said to be offered on the wings of a dove.
    Prayers can bring peace along with hope, faith, and love.

    Wings of a jet plane provide a steady flight.
    I pray you remain steady and strong through this fight.

    Butterflies have wings to fly playfully free,
    And free from this monster is what I pray you'll soon be.

    Birds spread their wings as they may leave their nest.
    We're spreading our prayers that you'll always be blessed.

    Go fight and win this battle you didn't start.
    On the wings of an angel and prayers from my heart.

    Inspirational Poetry For Cancer Patients, A Wing And A Prayer

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  2. 2. I Am Not A Victim Of Breast Cancer

    • By Laura Barnes
    • Published by Family Friend Poems August 2013 with permission of the Author.

    Originally from England, Laura Barnes has lived and worked as a teacher, trainer and life coach across four continents. Laura now lives happily in Gilbert, Arizona, and is the Owner/Founder/Chief Coffee Maker at Your Potential Power, a heart-centered life coaching practice. Laura is also an online instructor at the Southwest Institute of Healing Arts in Tempe, AZ. She is currently in training for her June 2012 climb of Mt. Kilimanjaro for charity. Laura would love to hear from you.

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    I am not a victim of breast cancer. I am experiencing breast cancer.
    I am not dying. I am living.
    I am not curing. I am healing and restoring.
    I am not fearing. I am loving and trusting.
    I am not fighting. I am ceasing all hostility and conflict.
    I am not weak or diminished. I am strong and whole and complete.
    I am not coping or hoping. I am giving and receiving, creating and conceiving.
    I am not crying. I am laughing until the tears run down my leg.
    My body is not my enemy. My body is my loving friend, my gentle guide.
    My life story is not history. My life story is legendary.
    I am not powerless. I am powerful beyond measure.
    I am not a drop in the ocean. I am the ocean in a drop.
    I am not scattered. I am aligned.
    I am not being destroyed. I am building my sacred stature.
    I am not trapped or caged. I am as free as a feathery fledgling.
    My body is not a muddy puddle of despair. My body is a hallowed temple of spirit.
    I am not filled with shadows. I am filled with illuminating light.
    I am not a passive puppet. I am an active advocate and enthusiastic participant.
    I am not tired and bested. I am tied and invested.
    I am not without a voice or meaning or purpose. I am an angelic messenger.
    I am not discarded. I am needed.
    I am not descending, dragging or faltering. I am consistently inspiring and uplifting.
    I am not dwelling in the reflections of the past or the projections of the future. I am joyfully dancing naked in the unfolding mystery of the present moment.
    I am not alone or abandoned. I am infinitely connected by the soft, silky vibrational threads of love.
    I will not forget. I will remember.
    I will not burn out. I will sparkle forever.

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    I am a two time cancer survivor. I had a wonderful doctor. The first time I had a lumpectomy and radiation. The second time was five years later and I had a mastectomy with radiation and...

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  4. 3. Mother's Smile

    • By Tessa McGregor
    • Published by Family Friend Poems March 2008 with permission of the Author.

    A mother who is suffering with cancer. Dedicated to my loving mother and all her million and one smiles.

    in Cancer Poems

    I remember your brave face through all the pain,
    The day you told us and I tried to remain sane.
    "I have breast cancer," you said as a matter of fact.
    Yet you didn't shed a single tear; you stayed intact.
    Throughout the radiation, chemo, and pill,
    You still smiled and had such a strong will.
    Your attitude is what carried you on.
    Without it, I don't think that you would have lasted as long.
    The cancer ate at you like a starved disease,
    Killing your insides and slowly bringing you to your knees.
    But still through it all you held that smile,
    But sometimes I could see it faltered but only for a while.
    I love you mommy with everything I have to offer and give.
    Maybe one day they can find a cure and help other people
    To still smile and live.

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    Hello, I am going to die from stage 4 breast cancer that has traveled into my lungs. My doctor told me that I had to think on the time that I had left. Was I just slapped, because I thought I...

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  5. 4. My Special Sister Vicki

    • By Barbara Looney
    • Published by Family Friend Poems June 2007 with permission of the Author.

    My sister dealt with breast cancer with the utmost dignity and courage we all admired.

    in Cancer Poems

    My special sister, I want you to know how much you mean to me.
    My special sister has strength and courage her whole family can see.
    My special sister showed us all how to handle life's blows.
    My special sister took it all in stride, smiled, and said, "That's how it goes."
    My special sister, through all her pain, never once gave up or complained.
    My special sister has dignity, warmth, and inner beauty that can't be explained.
    My special sister, with all she was going through, always thought of others.
    My special sister always took time to give of herself to friends, sisters and brothers.
    My special sister was always there with her kind thoughts, deeds, and caring.
    My special sister is well-known and loved for her capacity for sharing.
    My special sister needs to know how much she means to those who love her, especially me.
    My special sister's strength, courage, and beauty are a shining example for all to see.
    My special sister has carried a heavy burden for quite a long while.
    My special sister would not allow us to share any of her pain but always her smile.
    My special sister is surely a guardian angel sent from above.
    My special sister, these heartfelt words are for you, from all of us who care, with all our love.

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    I cried like a baby while reading this poem. I was the care giver to a very good friend of mine, Peggy Sue Smith. She was given the awful news that she six months without treatment to one...

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  7. 5. Cancer

    • By Jessica Louise Wheeler
    • Published by Family Friend Poems December 2013 with permission of the Author.

    Recently I did Race for Life, I have done it a few times but this year it meant a lot more to me because my Grandma had found a lump and we thought it might be cancer. I wrote this poem the night I found out about it. Fortunately, my Grandma had the lump removed and all is okay now, but it could have been a lot worse.

    in Cancer Poems

    One day you showed up,
    With no reason why,
    You claimed your victims,
    You've made grown men cry.

    I'm warning you now
    That we're all fighting back,
    One day we will stop
    Your unprovoked attacks.

    You've proven your point.
    You make me sick to the core.
    You've left so many waiting
    Outside of death's door.

    Enough is enough.
    You can't ruin lives forever.
    You've torn apart families
    That were happy together.

    Nobody knows
    Why you're even here.
    You're not wanted, you're hated.
    You take those that are dear.

    There's no explanation,
    But I want an answer.
    I know what you are;
    you're that murderous coward they call cancer.

    You've got nowhere to run
    And nowhere to hide.
    We are coming to get you,
    So say your final goodbyes!

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    Featured Shared Story

    Cancer is a life changer and heart breaker. It takes someone close to you and kills them. It has made grown men cry because they are sad that their loved one has died. We all try to fight...

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  8. 6. Pink Ribbon

    Hi, my name is Kevin, and I lost my wife over 6 years ago, and I still miss and think of her every day. She died of breast cancer at the age of 46, leaving behind four children who loved her very much.

    in Wife Death Poems

    They said time would ease the pain.
    Every day I still feel the same.
    I wake every morning reaching for you,
    My pillow soaked with my tears like the morning dew.

    We were so sure this was something we could beat,
    Knowing it would be no small feat.
    The ribbons of pink now mean much more,
    Just never thought this would come knocking on our door.

    We fought for more time together,
    Thinking every day you were getting better.
    Every day, rain or shine, seemed to be lined with gold.
    We still talked of our future plans of growing old.

    We heard of so many that had survived this.
    I still remember our last kiss.
    We thought we could win for sure.
    Now for others I can only hope for a cure.

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