Unforeseen

I lie in the imaging room.

A machine hisses and whines.

Radioactive isotopes light up my brain.

My mind flips through a life deemed over.

 

For almost a year I keep silent.

I hide from others and myself.

I labor through each day.

My secret stays guarded.

 

I grow tired of hiding.

I feel like a fraud.

I finally share the news.

My children are the catalyst.

 

I hope I can show them resilience.

Finding meaning at purpose is also my goal.

Illness provides and odd sort of renewal.

I could not be more surprised.

 

My life is not over.

It is being reshaped and repurposed.

I am discovering new goals and roles.

I am silent no more.