I am being invaded
For my health has a flaw
Now they want to prob
Take away it all
I say its mine
Please don't touch
But it must be done
As they move in I crush
So I let them in
For I have not a choice
My health needs probing
It takes away my voice
The day is nearer
I must enclose myself
Become numb to it all
Set me on the shelf
If I get through this
Which I know I will
My smile will be brighter
With the learning of skills
Till then it preys on me
Picks at my mind
Sleepless our my nights
Till I know what they find.
Author notes
I must have a procedure done on September 12th, dee day I call it. A biopse, did I spell it right? Then you wait to see...thyroid...a needle in my neck! Ok you get the picture..I am scared to death! But I must take control, for this is my health, all will be done,
no matter how much I yell!
A contest entry
- Food for the Famished Mind (NEED MORE ENTRIES!- ENTER!) by Shahrazad.
900 points, ended September 12, 2007, 19 entries
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Comments
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A fab poem, I wish you all the best both with the 'probing' and of course the contest!
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Awwww I would be terribly frightened as well! Good luck with it... I hope all ends up well and not so severe. Thanks for entering in the contest
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