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Mar 2013
Oh.
Oh is all
that I could say as
you turned your chair
and I saw your hands scribbling fast
incoherent words
on medical
sheets.

Oh.
diagnosed.
diagnosis is all
that keeps repeating
in my head and in my sleep
and dreams you
diagnosing
me.

Expect to get your blood drawn
every visit.
You're a new patient.
The first one's the hardest.

Oh.
I am scared
and no one knows
what I am going through
the thoughts where I don't know
if my body will betray me
lay me down
and go to
sleep.

Oh.
is all that
i could think to
say and feel and where
have all the words gone when
he stares back at my face
and i can't even muster
a questions to this
diagnoses.

Expect to get a call
tomorrow or the
next day for
your next appointment.
the first one is the hardest.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
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