Fluctuating Hope
If you feel like this..
“We’re here to help, come right in”
From the beginning,
I’m being Gas Lit from within.
I plea “I need help!”
No sound, no reaction.
Sitting in front of me,
A professional without passion.
“You’re Too Young”
“But Keep Advocating”
This lack of human decency,
Downright degrading.
I’m too “complicated,”
My health, a disaster.
Leaving me devastated,
While they play puppet master.
I’m told, “don’t give up”
Then I’m made to feel insane.
Doctors not listening,
while I fight to explain.
I do what they say,
ask and recommend.
Trying to work together,
Yet they condescend.
I am the patient,
To my knowledge they make sure,
They are the Doctor,
So I must adore,
Hurting and trying,
I make it to every appointment,
Feeling like I am dying.
This entire medical field is disjointed.
“Talk to your doctor” they say,
As they continue to dangle the rope.
How is one supposed to handle all this
Fluctuating Hope?
What it is like being ill and being told “We are here to help,” but then turned away when we do.
Belinda- @thechronicallcyillqueen