Bean
written by: Angela Grout
There wasn’t a lump.
It wasn’t even a bump.
It was hot and tight so I complained.
Maybe I should have kept it quiet.
If I never got it checked would it not exist?
She called it a bean, a shadow, until another test.
Now I have a vineyard trying to kill me.
I won’t let it.
I shall live with this cross.
I shall redefine my journey.
I shall leave this world my spirit.
My joy, my love, and my peace.
Cancer will not define me.
I shall redefine it.
I am Bean.
Becoming Extraordinarily Appreciative Now.
I appreciate my life.
Every opportunity and challenge.
It’s shaped me to be me.
Planting only good beans.



