A poem I wrote

Scared Is This Woman
by Dianne P.

There once was a woman
She lived quite a life
Filled now with worries
And all kinds strife
She visits her Doctor
Because of what she has found
A lump in her throat
Not put there by
A stunning revelation as you might get
From some anticipation
But by unknown forces working
And tolling away
To destroy her little old ordinary life
A test here and there,
Well we’re not quite sure
But go see Doctor so and so
He might be the one who may know
So on her way she happily goes
She’s given her films to show her hopeful finder
Of heaven only knows.
It might be nothing
It could be something
Who has the answer?
To know for sure if its name is called
CANCER