I come to you with stories I cannot name. They press against my chest waiting for a moment when it feels safe for them to be set free. Pain is a language I find difficult to speak aloud, and the silence between us feels like a waiting room that will never empty, pressing in on
A poem about being seen by your doctor originally appeared in KevinMD.com.
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