Malpractice

CreativelyUninspired

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 Offline)
  • Published: November 10th, 2024 22:04
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 20
  • Users favorite of this poem: jarcher54
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  • jarcher54

    This little soliloquy is near perfect. Modern, sincere, universal yet personal, and above all brave.



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