Waiting Room Poem by Denise Clark
Waiting Room
I'm finally here
To find out my fate
It's been six long months
No longer can I wait
Blood tests are normal
Scans have been fine
But the anxiety, the waiting
I'm losing my mind
They've found a few tumors
They've found a few lumps
But they can't seem to find
Why I am down in the dumps
Bipolar I am
Depression, it's no news
But the pain, the stress
My joints I cannot use
CT's and blood work
MRI too
EMG and X-rays
What more can they do?
I have to find the cause
Of this pain that's so severe
So I can live in peace
And survive another year
Dense, As a nurse I couldn't resist the title. Just reading this fibromyalgia comes to mind. Has anyone ruled out this diagnosis? Shannon
Beatifull rythym. very intense.... alot of suspension...........Does this apply to you because if it doesn't you have a great way of stepping in other peoples shoes. Great Job
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 3:33:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
'Waiting Room' is just the right image and metaphor for going through this... Thanks again. You capture those times of being 'on trial'.. and with a strong and defiant conclusion!