Being Awake Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Being Awake



Hiding within, sitting here, waiting for surgery
on my artery, holding back feelings about it, not
knowing what to expect from the whole operation.

Silently being a little apprehensive, knowing it's
going to hurt, not wanting to know what's going on
but I'll be awake for the whole thing, unfortunately.

Saturday, April 5, 2014
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