it is fear swimming up my esophagus
I doubt the undoubtable
and question the reputable
a dusty black trunk locked and untouched
stores away the words
we said we'd never say
I rattle the locks, tug on the lid
I kick the corner
and circle it thoughtfully
but the opening I think I feel
is nowhere to be found
no crack, no leak, no betrayal
until the truth dawns on me
that I'm not looking for escaped words
I'm looking for you and
you've locked yourself within
and the fear choking me
is not mine but your own.
Through interviews with Lauren's doctors, along with those of other physicians, researchers, and clinicians who specialize in lung cancer, readers will have a better understanding of the disease.
With the same passion and honesty Lauren exhibite
For a time, I perched myself on a flat rock, comparing my life with the Guyandotte River. Just as its tributaries replenish it daily, changing it in some small—sometimes great—degree, so have the day-to-day occurrences of life changed me. Like the ri
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Great metaphoric love poem.
Mary