Anxious Fear
a frantic anticipation
killing the virtue of patience
there's an abomination
in the midst of our presence
hope is getting finicky
calm hasn't yet kicked in
faith is becoming tricky
but we need it to win
damn it, I need an answer
and no, I cannot wait
we're talking about cancer
and my mother's fate
Copyright © Christy Stover | Year Posted 2016
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