No One Complained

There are lots of times in my life I've walked out on a limb and it has broken off the tree.  Naturally, the mere idea of trees is enough to leave me swimming in regret. 

But, as I've been saying, I don't seem to be able to learn from my incessant failure, so here's another poem for the three people who stop by.  You don't have to like it, but no one's making you read it, so don't be unkind.

18 March 2011

Cavities, Rachel realized, could be growing for years

undetected, unfelt, no one the wiser.

By the time you knew you had a cavity it was

too late, time for a root canal or worse.

But they weren't really a surprise, you could

have found them any time, just let a dentist

poke around, take a picture or two.

Why, then, thought Rachel,

since it was your mouth, after all,

should you be the last to know?  Why not

wake up and feel the empty space growing in you?

That your body kept such things secret from you,

Rachel didn't feel they were on the same side anymore,

she and her teeth.  Or gums?  She wasn't sure.

It gnawed at her.