Could it be just a dream?

I am feeling like I'm floating
My head is spinning fast
I can't understand what they said.
The words bring up the past.

A past filled with child like dreams
That is now at an end.
A future filled with cancer hell
Is starting to begin.

A diagnosis, oh so grim
Is rapping at my door.
Will I never hear childrens feet
Patter across my floor?

Twent four years I have been here
Oblivious of fate.
The road ahead seems desolate
No home or picket gate.

Why has this thing happened to me?
Can no one hear me scream?
My womb now barren, worthless bitch
Could it be just a dream?

No. It can't. I am awake.