Life In a Box
As I sat today surrounded by millions of words,
As I glazed at the sheets....
Each bearing my emotions,
Or bearing one of my pains,
But with each bearing an unbelievable story,
One that desperatly needs to be told....
My life of twenty-three years,
All lay before me now,
Almost all running together,
Almost all becoming the same.
I upon paper started to write,
As I began my fight for survial,
And the fight for my life.
That year being 1983...
But yet now seeming as tho.....
Maybe just a year or so ago....
When a simple visit to a dentist....
Left me it's horrors....
And robbed me of my life...
My youth seeming to vanish over night.....
Not knowning......
The trails that lay ahead...
Would soon just add...
To my already living fears.
I know now all this paper became....a path....
A path chosen.....
Chosen, to carry me thru.....
Thru the up coming months of misery....
And many heartbreaking tears....
Yes today as I look into this box...
My life before me.....I am forced to recall.....
As sheets of paper....
Some faded with age...
All beganing revealing years of the .....
Unkowning.......
Years of my fears.....
Surgeons not knowing....
What the out come would be.....
Each trying so hard to just help me.....
Each knowing my sanity was laying.....
Laying close on the line..... .
Yes my pains were great....
And my spirits were low....
Pain had engulfed me....
As misery had taken its toll.....
You see my life as I had known it....
All ended one day.....
I was left with lock jaw....
And oh in such a brutal way.....
I was left unattented.....
With the matter growing worse.....
For the dentist that had harm me.....
Saw not the need to help me.....
But rather to hide behind....
His unexperienced years.
With years passing...
And proper help not to be found....
My life was all shattered about me....
As my hope of recovery....
Began vanishing with time.....
So now I live with the results....
I live with all the disbelives....
Tho I surived it's wrath....
I became a victim...
A victim of a crime.....
With these words all about me......
And as I said......
Each revealing a path....
All I ask when you read them...
Remember they helped to save me....
On the many days....
I thought were my last......
Copyright © Cecilia Patterson | Year Posted 2007
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