POEM

Endless Searching

 

I have spent two long years searching...

For a doctor with a heart,

A doctor that will accept a challenge...

One, that will listen from the start.

 

But...Again, I have failed...

Not to mention the added expense,

Today, the diagnosis is "Clueless"

Yet,he wonders why I am aggitated and tense.

 

Doctor, would you please just listen...

For my signs & symptoms are getting worse,

What did you just say doctor...

You don't believe in the breast implant controverse?

 

All other diseases have been ruled out...

After, many, many, kinds of test,

Doctor, would you at least consider...

Taking a look at my deformed breast?

 

Doctor, how do you explain my weakness...

In my left arm and right leg,

For I have never injured myself...

Doctor, did you hear what I said?

 

There is a severe BURNING...

In my skin, mostly in my back,

Everything I have tried does not help...

And...Doctor, that's a fact.

 

Doctor, can you please try to help me...

I am too young for life to pass me by,

I have three kids and a husband...

I am not ready to give up and die.

 

It's been a while since I have seen you...

Doctor, let me give you a medical update,

I have had my silicone breasts implants removed...

And...I pray it is not too late.

 

How do you explain my histamine level...

When, I have tested allergy free,

Doctor, will you please not roll your eyes...

Will you please just listen to me?

 

Doctor, can we rid this toxin...

Get it out of my bloodstream,

Does this mean I am doomed...

And no longer can I dream?

 

Can my nerve damage be repaired...

Or...is this the way it's gonna be,

Doctor, why are you so silent...

Don't you care about me?

 

Doctor, please no more antidepressants...

And don't tell me my problems are in my head,

Doctor, haven't you been listening...

To any of the things I have said?

 

I feel that I am being tortured...

And my symptoms, they are real,

How can I get you to understand...

And to relate to how I feel?

 

Now...Where do I gotta go...

And who do I need to see,

You mean I gotta start all over...

With my medical history?

 

I have lost 50 pounds...

And I look like a scarecrow,

I have been shuffled from Dr. to Dr...

So....Now where do I go?

 

My husband holds me close...

As we lie here side by side,

I know he can visualize...

Just how I feel inside.

 

Tomorrow, is a new day, he says...

We will face it together, you and I ,

We will continue to search for a doctor...

One, with a twinkle, in his eye.

 

By: Renia Kyle R.N.

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