Christy Stover Poet Rhyme

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

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Pashang Salehi December 18, 2016 at 8:03 PM I pray for you....

Chris Green December 2, 2016 at 1:32 PM Well to quote Tom Petty, "The waiting is the hardest part" I know how agonizing this must feel, minutes feel like hours and days become weeks. I feel for you my friend and I hope the news you get when it does come is positive and uplifting. Christy Stover December 2, 2016 at 2:12 PM Thank you, Chris. I appreciate it. The waiting is torture and all I can do is write about it. If I didn't have poetry I don't know what I'd do.