And now, dilated eyes, but I'm pasting this....check tomorrow.

Portrait of a Woman Fighting Cancer


That’s me,
                      the woman who was dry-eyed
and stunned but took a year off from writing—
                      not to go to Europe or on a cruise,
but to kick cancer in the face
                      before it could shoot me
by slinging lively cells.
                      My fight: to alter circumstances.
 
Sighing, I handed over my car keys.
                      For months and months, I lived awash,
eating small, watching flat gray skies
                      reeking of weariness.
Finally, my eyes landed on a web
                      with sticky strands, criss-crossed
between two posts on the porch.
                      The wind had blown a hole


in the weaver’s work
                      but left lattice behind.
Superb art,
                      perhaps enough for a new life’s design.
I nodded toward the blue mountain,
                      turned,
burst back inside the house—
                      I wanted my lipstick.

Pat

What about a change in format?  Currently, the poem tells the story in the title, S1 is information (but not sure how it connects the reader), S2 moves into poetry, S3 is where the power is.

What about a form where you have prose followed by a poem?

Portrait of a Woman Fighting Cancer

My eyes land on a web
with sticky strands, criss-crossed
between two posts on the porch.
                      
The wind has blown a hole
in the weaver’s work
but left lattice behind.

Superb art,
perhaps enough for a new life’s design.
I nod toward the blue mountain,
                      
turn,
burst back inside the house—
I want my lipstick.

Todd

I always fear the reader won't get it.  
But they do get it.
Thank you.  Yes, I agree.