The Dentist
The anxiety builds
I am nervous
This is a rare moment in which I feel my heart beat.
I had presumed that my mental preparation was complete.
Yet I search and find few remnants of confidence within me.
It has been awhile since I've experienced this fear
Will I ever feel comfortable during my stay?
Verily I say unto thee: Nay.
Facetious smiles and meaningless conversation
I am quite cognizant of the airs you display.
Will these unsubtle attempts to woe me disperse my fear?
Verily I say unto thee: Nay.
This is a pre-arranged intrusion upon the zone in which I have comfort.
Yet it is I who have chosen this discourse.
Do I betray my own sensibilities?
Verily I say unto thee: Aye.
I feel my brow moisten as the seconds go by.
I grow weary.
I force myself to look at you.
Look into the eyes of my source of pain.
Your eyes do not return the gaze mine have initiated.
Yours are elsewhere, singularly focused on ceasing this moment.
Is our experience nearing its inevitable completion?
Verily I say unto thee: Aye.
It is then and only then that my trepidation dissipates.
Relief and joy have overcome my beating heart.
Dare I see you again in half a year’s time?
Verily I say unto thee: Aye.
Copyright © Dominique Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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