Here's a place to spill the still painful
memories, a cavern to swallow the echoes of silent screams
bitten back during the months of cut and thrust
from cancer's cruelly serrated blade.
Over time the tide's perpetual wash will sculpt
the ragged debris of my rancour
into smooth,flat pebbles.
Then,with practice, maybe I can make them
skim and skip across
the whirlpool currents
of my grief and my grievance
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