This Moment

The fears of a doctors visit

Withering slowly like a rose with no water

Standing steady like an army refusing to falter 

Inside I'm shaking like a groom at an alter

Will I make it through this moment?

Waiting patiently like a summer storm

Shifting oddly like an amoebic form

Staring blankly like I've been forlorn 

Will I make it through this moment?

Talking surely like a language I've never heard.

Reassuring me just like a mother bird. 

Relief smothers me like faith unstirred 

All is well like I was told by the doctor's word.

I've made it through this moment.