Exploring Resilience via Lifes Burning Issues
Poems by Mick Morris
Just a routine test… Then a call back
Reassuring statistics…please don’t panic.
Rows of waiting room chairs,
People with distant stares.
Waiting to hear her name,
Her turn in the revolving game.
Pushed here, prodded there
Forced to over share.
Please take a seat
Wait…..repeat.
A needle jab,
Sample grabbed.
Tears cried,
Then eyes dried.
Wait a week,
Then we’ll speak….
Please, take a seat….
Wait…. Repeat.
And now we wait for the results….
The quiet swish of metal and glass
Waiting patiently for me to pass,
Into a place well known,
Almost a second home.
A threshold crossed so many times
Sometimes with a smile
Sometimes with a frown
Often empty, but sometimes a line,
Coming or going in single file
Or people just hanging around.
An entry whose dimensions change
Depending on that frown or smile
When the distance can range,
Sometimes it’s a metre, sometimes it’s a mile.
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