like an electric eel
with a million tentacles
tiny and splintering
burrowing every crevice
charged with pulses of fear.
I root them out
like a gardener hunting
weeds
like a surgeon digging
cancer.
Hoes, claws, gloved hands
Merely pop them off
at the root
Scalpals, radiation, chemo
Merely shrink the size
temporarily.
Hope fills the void
temporarily
Peace pulls its moving van
to my curb
Only to find
The old eelly occupant
has returned.
Again.
---- For the sake of those who might not know, this was written on a bad day, and I don't always feel like this. I post here for the sake of those who know exactly how this feels and need the hope that mutual understanding brings. ----
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