Shot Put

Cowering in the doctor’s chair
waiting for the needle.

Though I know I need it —
still don’t want it!

I brace for what is to come,
but first
the damn specula
must be in place
to keep my eye open
for the needle’s prick.

The doctor says the metal
feels like a log rolling across my eye.
Dammit he’s so right!

Finally I think I’m ready
or I’ll be hysterical…
Dammit my doctor counts
one, two, three
before the jab.

Then quickly leaves…
And I realize
He’s as upset as me!

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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2 Responses to Shot Put

  1. Wow! I can picture it. I don’t envy you. But, you are so brave! Good luck with your treatments.

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