Just a Spot

Just a Spot

It started out

Like a blemish on my skin

A small mark

Barely a shadow.

So insignificant

I hardly acknowledged it

Brushed it lightly aside

From my consciousness.

Then one day

I noticed it had become

A small raised lump

Darkening in colour.

Still, I tried to ignore it

Thinking that maybe

If I paid it no attention

It would go away

All by itself.

But day by day it grew

I tried not to look at it

At this ugly thing

That was becoming a part of me

Without my permission.

As it turned into a growth

And then a tumour

I stubbornly turned my head

The other way

Telling myself that maybe

If I couldn't see it

It wasn't really there.

It fed on greedily on me

A parasite

Growing steadily

In both size and strength

Sapping me of my own.

Slowly but surely

I began to fade

And then one day I realised

It was no longer me

Who had the tumour

But the tumour

That had me.