I'm not sick.
I say, clutching my stomach
The same way I have every day since July
The doctors have looked and looked
and I have looked
at the reports that remain unchanged
"Unremarkable, Negative, Normal"
Like Normal is the way I see everyone else fighting for breath above pain
Like Normal is the way I want to cut myself open
and look for myself, take out my Normal insides
because it couldn't hurt worse
but I sit by my phone
Waiting for the next results
that will tell me
as they have since July
clutching my stomach
I'm not sick
- Author: CreativelyUninspired ( Offline)
- Published: November 10th, 2024 22:04
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: jarcher54
Comments1
This little soliloquy is near perfect. Modern, sincere, universal yet personal, and above all brave.
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