Time Carries On
fear holds my hands as i lay there waiting for the surgery
i keep telling myself "it is only a tumor"...but what if?
trying not to think of the questions running through my head
i put forth a brave face...i'll deal with that when i awaken
the surgery finished...i am awake...nope cant deal with it yet
my arm hurts...i am still afraid...feeling so vulnerable...alone
tumor is gone...sent to the lab for biopsy...how frightening
stitches to be removed in two weeks...then i'll know more
i sleep for days...cant keep things down...meds for pain
the scar i carry has a history of its own...sign of "zorro"
how ironic...my favorite show when i was a mere youth
now i will have my own reminder that few will understand
stitches are gone...and so my worries...the biopsy negative
now to finish healing...carry on my life peacefully
fears placed back on the shelf of my mind till another day
when this old body once more complains of aging
