Before it's Too Late by Julianna Rowe

 Before it’s Too Late

I dislike sitting alone with so much inside….

My brain wants to run but instead it hides.

So many pictures flash before my eyes,

My youth, my loves, the deceased past cries.

There’s a movie, a book, a photo needs sharing,

Yet I sit in silence, can’t catch my bearings.

They removed a body part that helped me function,

Gave me a pill that’s caused creative disfunction.

I tell “them,” my ears are ringing and I can’t sing anymore,

Be patient they say, but know it won’t be like before.

They order the bloodwork and it comes back normal,

Yet I continue to feel quite horrible.  

They took it out and threw it away,

My butterfly thyroid and now I must pay.

The cancer was a pin head if even that,

The Doc got paid $10,000 Stat!

Me, I was dumped and they rarely checked back.

It’s been two years since I wrote a book,

 On the Amazon Best Seller list is what those meds took!

I want to be me again before it’s too late,

Because there’s more to write, before I hit that Pearly Gate.