The Waiting Room
I have trust issues
Always have
Always will
I don’t even trust
Myself
To make the right choice
To take the right steps
I can’t control anything
I can’t control
Myself
I decided to go to the doctor’s office
Maybe someone there will be able to help
Me
I signed in at the desk and
Waited
In the
Room
Waited for an eternity
It felt like a lifetime
I went back to the desk and to ask
“When will the doctor be out to see me?
I’ve been waiting here a long time”
I hadn’t noticed that the office was
Completely
Utterly
Empty
There was no receptionist
There were no other patients
Waiting to be helped
It was only
Me
In the
Room
I was confused
How had I not noticed
Better yet, what did this even mean?
I looked around for a sign
Fervently
Anxiously
My heart racing
My condition worsening by the
Second
I felt like I was
Dying
Fading away
I crawled back to the desk
Pulled myself up
Struggling to breathe
Then I saw it
The name of the doctor I was supposed
To be seeing
The name in large
Shiny
Silver metallic letters
Plastered on the back wall
The name was
Mine
It was my name
I did not understand
How could I be the doctor?
I came to be helped by someone else
How can a doctor be his own patient?
Then I realized
The room
Where I waited was
My life
My heart
No one could help
Me
Only I can?
I guess we’ll see…….
To be continued….
