Overcoming

Plenty of errors I’ve made in my life. In the spring of my life, I made a few. In mid-life’s sweet summer (perhaps gone by now) yes, plenty I’ve made in that lifetime too. Has my autumn begun? If it has, I can say a recent and awful mistake I have made. Although for this one I do not take much blame, the price of this one I have most dearly paid. I trusted in doctors. I did what they said, exposing myself to a dangerous thing. I let them inject me four times in two years. If only I’d known the woe it would bring. . . I’ve researched effects of the drug I was given (some that I got are still not on the list!) If only I’d researched them since the beginning. All my suffering I would have happily missed. New doctors I’ve visited – natural ones as well as conventional doctors, and yet no doctors can help me; I’ve taken their tests. As I lose my money, the richer they get. I try to be postive, and I have found a product that helps to regenerate cells. Two months and counting; my fingers are crossed. I even do saunas to get myself well. In some ways I’m lucky, for others who took the drug that I took are worse off than me. Some break their bones, lose teeth or their hair. Others I know exist most miserably. One thing we all have in common is this: the drug does not leave us like we have been told by doctors with “knowledge” and med school degrees. Their souls to Big Pharma such doctors have sold. Because of all this, I’m now overcoming. I eat very healthy; to beat this I MUST. I’ve learned now to question and not be a sheep. No longer in doctors will I blindly trust. I’m strong and determined; I cannot give up. I like to believe all things have a reason. Perhaps God would have me bring others to truth and learn my own lessons for my final season! Sept. 5, 2019 for Chantelle Anne Cooke' Overcoming Mistakes Poetry contest