Still Kicking

Sitting in a wheelchair
with downcast eyes
at 52 years old
I crack the knuckles
on each hand.
My heart is racing.
Will sweet life
be only a memory?
Will my joy
be stripped under
the knife?
Six years later
I am here.
Still kicking.
Fuck cancer.
Thanks to the doctors,
nurses, and hope.

Luis lives in California and works in Los Angeles. His poetry has appeared in Blue Collar Review, Dissident Voice, and Struggle Magazine. Read other articles by Luis.