Dilemma

Pints of blood to test my state

I am nervous for my sullen wait

The fear of diagnosis 

For my system's damages

My pulse flutters 

My nerve wrecks

Symptoms are vague

What if my reports are fake?

Hanging on the swing of ambiguity 

In awe of my doctor's dexterity 

How will he diagnose?

The wound of my heart

The sore of my soul 

The deficiency of love and care

The surge of my nightmares

Will his skilful hands drain out diseases of rage, agony, and heartache

I bow to his fine art

The way he handles me like a toy

A body bereft of joy

All efforts set me right 

What if

Mended in body and seething in mind?