What Now? Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Again, sitting on a hospital bed, waiting to hear what's
going to happen now.
Will I have to have surgery again or something else?
Wondering why being brought back in the first place,
was it just so I could suffer some more?
What is the reason? What is the purpose of it all?
Reality keeps on biting, it seems like an endless
journey, that I don't really enjoy and could do without.
Holding on, only because God must have something in mind
that I yet have to do in this little life.