The Wait
Four walls in and
I have been compartmentalised
A question, a feeling
A slight twist within
Sitting on a germ ridden chair
In the most sterile of buildings
Further tests await
Modern day soothsayers divine
Through entrails and MRI
We can but wait and hope
That others will carry the load
Leading us through the unknown
You’ve seen this a million times
But for us this is a first
Drawing strength from those
Who went before
A child carries ten times
Their weight and two
Broken people hold them
And we all hold each other
And wait
Thoughts
Sooner or later we all meet with loss and it is hard to see the road ahead. And often what we can see looks devastating.
There are no words but I take comfort in knowing that this is the human condition. If we love then we cry. It’s horrible but the alternative is worse.
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