Goodness of God

I'm having to relive the pain to heal. I thought I healed. The fact is I'm not there yet. Will I forget the smirks of children, the pity of adults or my own inability to face the truth. Will I not care about what the world thinks of me. Will I take God's word as the only one that matters. Botox was years ago, but its effects linger. It's a choice I made that I don't regret. Life is a risk. I'm taking one by letting you in on the story. It's one filled with being a Guinea pig for science. I like to think I've had a chance to mold many medical personnel, and I'm grateful. I've had many residents keep me company as the needle is inserted. I've had to be vulnerable in a way that is uncomfortable.  My pride had to take a backseat so they could learn. I'm seeing that the world is like that table is like the needle being thread so that others aren't so aghast what they can't comprehend.