A month ago
At my first hospital visit
In a year,
I met you.
Be nice to the nurses,
They š bananas like the rest of us,
They don’t usually inquire
About whether their patient’s “personal lives “
Were a life choice.
When I told her,
I can’t be pregnant,
I didn’t even joke,
About being the virgin Mary.
You don’t need to know,
And you don’t need to judge me,
For not fcking like a rabbit,
But I can’t stop you.
I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty View more posts
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A brave post! Your premise for this blog is brave. I wish hundreds of others who might feel like giving up could find you and read your words. Does Emma subscribe and receive these powerful poems? Does your sister? Sure hope so, Misty. I just got back from my oncology appointment at the hospital and am shaking all over, but rereading your words allows me to feel good things like compassion for you and others, and not just fear and concerns about myself. The great gift of good poetry torn from the guts.
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