• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 12
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Life is at a dead stop

A suspended, rusty key waits
to turn lock of positivity once again.

Fresh opportunity to unlock ambition denied.

Hope dangles, away from comfortable reach.

Momentum of unity hangs, sufficient, still in
sunshine, strengthened, rattling wildly within
storm of a pancreatic cancer diagnosis. Plans
thrown away, discarded, doomed.
Survival wrestles attention to the

One day that key is taken in hand,
rust scraped from its grip.
This latest
episode of hope will join
scrapheap of scattered memories.