Obviously some one's been here before me
In this same Doctor's office
This same brown chair
Waiting for the news
That could change their life.
Holding their breath
Life on pause
Waiting for those three little words
"It looks good."
Exhale
All the pent up anxiety
All the negative thoughts
Scuttling back to their corners
To try to scare those still in the dark.
The words brings hope
The light banishes fears
The clutch in the belly
Can now be filled with chocolate and pastries
Life is good.
Zena
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