Homecoming

At the time, I was seeing countless doctors to try and solve the many unexplainable issues.

The sterile room seems to whisper
"Welcome home," as I find myself
Sitting in an all too familiar chair.

She walks in and begins out game
Of twenty questions. It's smaller than
A bread box and confuses everyone.

Concern overcomes her face,
As she calls for another test
Or another consult. What could it be?

Once I leave, a myriad of optimism
Rushes from the tongues of
Everyone around - I'll never die,

I wonder, oh how I wonder,
If it will be the disease or the
Dread of the disease that does me in.

Author's Note

4/17/09