UNCERTAIN DAYS

I'm wired like a rainbow,
no colors the same, but
all with the same purpose,
in search of an answer,

there are no spring
showers or billowy clouds
with my rainbow, only
the smell of alcohol pads
and sterile gloves,

a waiting game for the key
that opens the door, a room
without time, a room filled
with uncertain days,

but I will do my best,
to weather the storm and
shed light Into that room
until I find my rainbow
with it's billowy clouds.