The Prick

The needle approaches

My eyes

and I wince

for I’m so tired

of what’s coming

I’ve lost count

how many times

I’ve done this

But the alternative

is far worse

So I steel myself

Again

for the prick.

 

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About sandrabranum

I'm a philosopher, dreamer, poet, writer -- not necessarily in that order -- and I get to write it all down and share it with the world thanks to the Wonderful World Wide Web!
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4 Responses to The Prick

  1. oooooooooooh noooooooo! that makes me shudder and wonder!

    • sandrabranum says:

      Thanks Silver Poet. I began this blog to cope with my situation, and have found many friends and support because of it. Every time I feel like I can no longer cope, I think of that one person that I might help and trudge on…

  2. legionwriter says:

    So glad you’re willing to share this journey. You inspire!

    • sandrabranum says:

      Thanks Legionwriter. I started this blog so long ago to cope with the fear and hopefully help others in the same predicament. My sister says I’m brave, but I don’t feel that way… The fear of losing my sight forces me onward…

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