My thoughts are running rampant,
Jumping from one negative possibility,
To a possible,
Devastating reality,
In a never ending,
Cyclic void.
Ruminating,
Over the negative,
Possible realities.
Blind and avoidant,
Of all positive outcomes.
I cannot find calmness,
In my damaged brain,
That is rewired,
And short circuited,
As I will know the results soon,
Of my magnetic resonance imaging,
And I do not wish to blow,
Another fuse,
As it may be okay.
Even if the scans are clear,
I will always have this fear,
Of it reappearing.
This is worse than anxiety,
This is scanxiety.
Be bold.

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