Here I sit
Everyone looks at me
Like I'm transparent...
They know why I'm here
and they know the answer to my question.
I sit here in a haze of uncertainty
While the nurse calls my name...
I look into her eyes...
She knows my diagnosis
and she can't look me in the eyes...
She quietly leads me
To a sterile, inhuman examine room...
...."the doctor will be right with you"...
that's all I hear her say...
As he walks in, drapped in white
he sports a solemn face
I hold tight to my denial
....he has to be professional....
"We received your results..."
God, I wish I wasn't alone...
Someone hold my hand
..."I'm sorry Miss Mellecker..."
No....this can't be happening...
Not to me....I'm only twenty...
..."weren't not sure if we caught it early enough..."
But I didn't know....if I had only felt it earlier..
..."we can try chemotherapy..."
What's happening to me...
"...there's surgery...but we'd have to take the entire thing"....
I say goodbye with a soft brush..
..."we have resources for...I know how hard this can be..."
How could you know?? How dare you say that to me! You can't know...you're a man....you're 43...
Birth sign: Gemini
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