For those who know the agony of waiting for medical results…
The silence presses on my mettle
l’m on edge and cannot settle
And I’m ground down to the pulp
And I am spent.
Adrenaline flows through me
As I wait to hear the GP
When the neighbour mows his lawn
the sound torments.
I’m not getting any stronger
And my cord won’t hold much longer
I’m frayed down to thin small threads
About to snap.
Ping!
Property alert.
Still nothing changes.
Many hours I pace and wither
Looking outwards makes me bitter
So I drip about the house
and watch the rain.
I’m wired and tired and anxious
This suspended life is thankless
If it’s good news they will cheer
and I will scream.
But I care not for the answer
(Just as long as it’s not cancer)
I am wasting while I’m waiting
Make it end!
Laura writes... 