Waiting

Tick tock, tick tock. Goes the clock on the wall. Waiting patiently for so many things. For love, laughter, and happy ever after. For good news, or the dreaded bad. Which will come, As we sit here in this dreary room, Awaiting to hear, What the brilliant doctor will utter. When finally you walk out. And state the inevitable. The thing none of us want to hear. It's almost to much to bear. I turn my head away, lost in thoughts. So many things going through my brain. Some not so positive. Emotions built up inside, Holding it in until I'm out of your sight. Warm liquid runs down my cheek, Only then, when it reaches my lips, And I get a salty taste, Do I realize I'm crying. Shaken to the core by this news, How do I deal? How do I put on a strong face? When all I'm feeling is worry and being afraid? The doctor hadn't even looked At the charts or films. Why tell us that's what it is, When he hasn't done his research. Another week or two of worry, Then it's gone. It'll be over. Then the worry will be gone. Well most of it anyway. Til the results of the biopsy. Then we wil know everything. Be able to get the right treatment, To be rid of it. To get everything back to normal. But will it ever be normal now??