Cast into the reality that so
Many know: Waiting
The test results will take a while
And then I'll get to know
Whether I'll get an earthly reprieve
Or whether I'll have to go
In the interim what is my course?
What's false and what's rock hard real?
It's like walking on shifting sands
Pretending there's nothing to feel
How do I spend these waiting days?
Crumpled in a fearful ball?
Crying and demanding a benign result?
Lest the curtain should fall?
Can I find a place in my mind
Where fear can quitely be moored?
Hoping it will lie in quiet repose
Until my life is finally restored?
Can I calm myself to believe
That these are just common days,
That we're always waiting results-
Our lives are played out this way?