My Struggle Continues...

After a year I finally got my intial visit with the Surgeon. I can't believe how hard and tendious it was just to get qualified to talk. My appointment is for next tuesday and I'm very anxious, but ready to see him. I thought a second poem would be fitting for such an occassion. It's called...

THE WAIT

I waited all my life for things to happen...

for my mom to give birth to me, so I could see what this world was really like.

for my sister to stop reminding me of how fat I've become, and how miserable my life would be.

I waited for that one guy to love me and be proud to be seen with me.

I waited for the encouraging talks from co-workers, but got laughs behind my back.

I waited for my doctor to talk to me about my weight, but all I got was more and more medication perscriptions and a request for monthly visists.

I waited for my heart to stop one day, because the fat had finally surrounded it, and then I cried.

Because, at that very time I realized that I had waited almost too long.

I can't wait any longer, the time is now, I have to react or my coffin will be waiting to be lowered into the ground.

Wake Up and Realize that the Wait Has to End Someday.

Why not make it today. Love yourself, take care of yourself, and believe in yourself, because you were worth the wait.

-Prebander :hurray: