Waiting
The beginning of being dismissed.
Starts with a journey of examining the possibilities.
But there is a false sense of welcoming.
Soon, we are ruling out what is treatable.
So that I am transforming into a burden.
So that I am grasping at the possibilities that they are locking away.
Just as I am locked away in this waiting room.
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