Tomorrow is the day,
I'M having my surgery.
I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared,
Actually I'M shitting myself. (Figure of speech)
I'M fucking terrified,
I hate hospitals.
I don't ever want to go back,
I hope nothing goes wrong,
This time I'M playing it safe,
I have my backup support,
That are going to keep me safe.
That's right my mommy and hubby are coming,
My family are watching over me,
Go team Crystal.
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My Tolerated Self
I'd like to think I'd escape for better days. Even though the needles pricking into my skin may urge me to stay put, we are not meant for boxes and contraptions that will keep us inside. The needles aren't real, they are like bugs crawling on my skin—those feelings will fade with clarity, but some days I am unwilling to step outside of my tolerated self; my bones crumble at the idea of a future uncertain. I'm used to the boxes that keep me in place even though I know I can walk right through them and I'd be fine.
By Andi Leigh2 days ago in Poets
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