Written after my diagnosis of inoperable lung cancer, stage 4

Grief

With Expectations
Comes diasppointments
Then grief
Gnawing away in your chest.
You think you let it go
But only tamped it down,
Suppressed it for awhile
Willing yourself not to think about it
And then when you least expect
Grief rises again
Running uncontrollably
Down your cheeks.

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