Dr. Weinberg's Officed

Remembered experience after death of my husband

Dr. Weinberg’s Office

On one hand the conversation wasn’t all that bad

Only afterwards she felt hollow

Recalling her night of failed effort to a stranger

Left her feeling cramped, confused and solemn

She found it hard enough to understand

Or comprehend how she herself felt

She was only seeking to escape the pain

Now it was impossible to explain it

Glancing at her watch

The hand moved slowly

And ticked loudly into the empty air

The stripped chair was worn

With other’s persistent squirming

Objects in the room seem to glare at her distrustfully

 

The only connection to freedom

Was the window sitting quietly unopened

As sadness radiated from the closed blinds

The room was silent and still

Her mind turbulent with anguish

Her heart beating like a drum in her ears

She could feel the walls of her body closed tight

Somehow, she wanted to open her Heart’s Window

And let it all out

Waiting for the verdict from the sleepy eyed doctor

So close, just a step away

Her words seemed to freeze in the air

And bounce off an invisible shield

That surrounded the doctor

They seemed to fall to the floor and evaporate �" unnoted

 

Her voice was still and quiet

Knowing she would not be known

Much less understood

No allowance made for the pain in her eyes

Medications dispensed and needles placed

She was dismissed

Trance like she made her way home