You do realize
that I came to you
from too many miles away.
I lose count
when I can remember,
the mileage is not a priority .
It will matter though
You’re sorry, “There’s nothing we or you can do. You have a disease that has been assigned a diagnosis. It has some very painful things which will just have to be dealt with on an as needed basis. You have the list of symptoms/conditions. Take your meds for now, we’ll make changes based on your blood work. Until this can be managed via meds, you will just have to try and make yourself comfortable.”
It has to show itself for us to tear it apart.
This is the place where
I have to start over.
The icy roads, the cost of 20 minutes in your office.
Sandwiched between two, one-way highways.
The radio frequencies are our entertainment.
We’ve run out of things to say.
My soul whispers words of wisdom.
Sometimes I’m so afraid
Too many of this, too little of that
I counted on you.
I wanted you to say, “We can fix you, it may scare you; battle the fear with fear. This disease will NOT control you ever again”