Poem by Dana L. Young
Today was hard
Listening to the doctor speak
But not fully grasping the words
My brain refused to hold onto.
Tired eyes and mind
Bright office, repetitive sounds,
Too formal
Two chairs facing a walnut
Rectangular paper coated desk
And another chair.
A computer partially turned towards
My mom and I.
An on demand reciprocal Q and A session
But I was not a verbal participant.
Mute because speech to me seemed
Foreign,
Unknown,
Unwanted,
Too hard,
An unsolvable problem,
Insurmountable,
Too huge to attempt.
And there was comfort in my silence.
A sigh of relief in my heart.
A vacation in my mind.
I could not return easily to
The visibility of this verbal experience.
Today was a hard day
Listening to my mom and the doctor speak
But unable to break my voice
Out of the shelter it took refuge in.