My Mole
I have a mole that scares me well,
Especially at night,
I barely seem to think of it,
Until I hit the light.
Then I lie in bed with all the what-ifs,
Swarming round me,
They soon have me wondering if
All is as it seems to be.
Then the thought of cancer creeps in,
The thought of saying goodbye,
And all because of a tiny mole,
Oh, that often makes me cry.
So I lie there thinking to myself,
I'll get checked for sure,
But when morning comes around,
It doesn't bother me anymore.
So I go about my day happy,
Forgetting my dear mole,
It’s only when I try to sleep,
That fear takes control.
Next time, tomorrow, soon,
I will always say,
Then by the time daylight comes,
It's forgotten right away.
I know I’m being foolish,
It's best to check it out,
But I think I'm scared to face it,
To let my fear come out.
For tonight I will have to hope,
That my mole is simply skin,
And I'll get it checked tomorrow,
Very first thing.
***For Nikko's Holy-Moly contest***
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