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death sentence overturned

Ok, so perhaps that’s too dramatic…

It never reallly was a death sentence, still any kind of cancer, in any degree, is scary. Cancer is a scary word. Weighty and full of dread. (Even the sounds are ominous… the hard C start, the serpent hissing “s” in the middle, and the growl of an “r” at the end…)

So when your best friend calls to say she doesn’t have the stuff, it makes for a wonderful day.

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torch bearing quietly

I will not act out, will not
yell or curse or slam doors,
will not make a scene -- you
do not deserve such a chance
to make an example out of me
to be proven right since you
are not. Instead, I'll stand
at this street corner, raise
my hand high and clench that
light which yet remains. It
will burn brightly, quietly,
fiercely before fading as I.

Then I'll be gone but found.

©JAC 2005

Poetry by Julie Ann Cook!

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