Mammogram
by Barb Berens
07.22.2014
I sit here feeling like I’m 12.
The carpet has little blue flowers
The chairs are flowered,
the one I am sitting on lacks flowers.
I wonder if they ran out of flowers,
or if they wanted some to be plain.
I’m feeling pretty plain right now
I hate waiting rooms
I hate all that forced
the 12 year old girl out of me.
Unkind words, down right meanness,
accidental insults,
glares that spoke volumes
Faces and places
that form my reflection in the mirror.
Needing to cry, but far too busy
I leave part of me
in the mammogram machine
Pieces of me on the floor
that no one bothers to step over.
A slight breeze
and I am blown away.
Crisis walked out the door
My trembling core unable to manuever.
How I need You now
my Redeemer and Friend.
by Barb Berens
07.22.2014
I sit here feeling like I’m 12.
The carpet has little blue flowers
The chairs are flowered,
the one I am sitting on lacks flowers.
I wonder if they ran out of flowers,
or if they wanted some to be plain.
I’m feeling pretty plain right now
I hate waiting rooms
I hate all that forced
the 12 year old girl out of me.
Unkind words, down right meanness,
accidental insults,
glares that spoke volumes
Faces and places
that form my reflection in the mirror.
Needing to cry, but far too busy
I leave part of me
in the mammogram machine
Pieces of me on the floor
that no one bothers to step over.
A slight breeze
and I am blown away.
Crisis walked out the door
My trembling core unable to manuever.
How I need You now
my Redeemer and Friend.