A Willing PriceA Poem by therisaHave I Ever mentioned How much I dislike waiting? As I sit On a Sunday afternoon In an Emergency Room's Sparse waiting area. Where Every thought In my mind Screams at me To flee. But The health Of a friend comes First. Who Needs medical attention For her painfully swollen And blistered legs Being a diabetic. Otherwise Would never have Sought out help Given her dislike Of hospitals. Preferring to wait Until an appointment Was booked With her own doctor. Except I offered my time And companionship. During The long and boring Wait. Realizing There are somethings Which we should not Or cannot place A price tag Upon.
When A friend's health Is risk. © 2013 therisa |
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Added on April 8, 2013 Last Updated on April 8, 2013 AuthortherisaOntario, CanadaAboutA pre-op transwoman, writing about my experiences, using free verse. Been told my poems are very emotional and personal, almost like a diary entry in verse. If you want to friend me, please review.. more..Writing
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