Fear

You’re scaring me shitless
when you speak of your pain,
that hurt deep inside
that the Doc can’t explain.

All they can do
is to put you through tests
like they did years ago
when it formed in your breasts.

Mysteries hidden
that must be revealed
by rays and injections
that flag what’s concealed.

Our minds tend to wander
from what we can’t see
to a place that’s most likely
the worst it can be.

I know that your pain
tends dampens your spirit,
despite all the claims
that it’s pointless to fear it.

Still, we’re consumed
while we wait for the news,
when the data’s concluded
and they’ve tallied the dues.

Hoping and praying
your life’s not at stake,
they’ll find a solution –
a direction to take.

One that will cure you,
abolish the pain,
fix all that’s been broken –
make you perfect again.

I gaze ‘cross the table
at my radiant wife
who pledged her commitment
for the rest of her life.

Forty years later
an inseparable pair
just can’t be concluded –
that wouldn’t be fair.

I know my faith’s clouded
by the darkness of fear –
that assurance I’m seeking
might fail to appear.

That won’t stop me praying
for good times ahead –
and if God needs a soul,
that he’ll take mine instead.