I awake this morning at 5:30 a.m.
Butterflies fly around tummy as I step into the car
As we arrived I hoped for a sense of relief in the day then
Weeks and weeks go by just like passing stars
Many different faces pass me as I walk through the clear double doors
I could hear nothing but my heart racing in a rapid motion
They discharge me to back where there'd be more
More women, more faces with stories that prolonged wider than the ocean
Four walls and an enclosed space with women filling the empty chairs left and right
I grab a magazine as I wait for my name to be called
Nervous and shaking, I hear the nurse call my name and come in sight
You can't help but await the moment when you know it would all be dissolved
Hours pass by and the moment has finally arrived
I walk into this all white room and lay across the table on my back
The doctor comes in to introduce himself and I now show all my pride
Put quickly to sleep so I don't feel a pinch or don't hear a crack
"It's all over", the nurse says, "You've done very well with recovery"
Not excited, but relieved once you're free to leave a building that you will never again want to revisit. One soft, sweet moment with your love put you through hell and more, but all you can do is blame yourself; for you were the one who chose not to fear all other options than protection.
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Invisible
PoetryThis is a poem that describes the feelings of an indecisive and scared young woman about to do something she's never done before and never thought she would have to do.
