Fear

I wrote this poem one week before I was diagnosed, whilst I was anxiously waiting to hear if I’d relapsed.…

Remainder of the Resident

I wrote this poem one week before I was diagnosed, whilst I was anxiously waiting to hear if I’d relapsed.…

The Chosen Ones

The Chosen Ones “We are the chosen ones, they say. The ones lucky enough to learn a lesson, Long before…

Waves

Waves “The blue wave ripples up the shore bank, It sways, and it teases, Before retracting back. I watch as…