Waiting To Exhale

I sit in the waiting area at the doctor's office and hold my breath.

It's been a while.

I know I've been off track.

I feel it.

Discomfort.

The pulse beating at the surface of my skin.

From the inside out.

My face flushes.

Tears - not yet leaking from my eyes.

Inhale.

Exhale.

And still.

I sit.

And wait.

For them to call my name.

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