As you lay in the white bed,
You can hear the people crying,
Choking on tears.
You can also hear laughter,
The sound of laughter,
And the sound of a board game.
You look around to see where you are.
You realize that you’re wearing a multicolored dress,
You feel pain somewhere in your head,
Like someone’s poking it with a needle,
Ouch!
Your parents come into the room to see if you’re okay,
Tap tap tap like a drum beat.
The doctor comes into the room with his white suit on,
He puts you on another mobile bed as if he was rolling a log.
You exit the room you were in,
Wondering where you’ll go next.
*Side Note* I had wrote this almost a half a year after my first brain surgery.