Fourteen Days/Two Weeks

From the first on through to the last, looking back over my past.
Was it normal?
Was I having way too much fun?
Will misfortune be the repercusion of my actions making me the unfortunate one.
Well I have always been safe,
but accidents happen too.
It has been a year since the last time.
So over the course of that year,
what all did I do?
If I do receive bad news,
just how well could I deal?
Would it be devastating?
To me would it seem surreal?
Would it take over my body?
Would it ruin the rest of my life?
Will I live atleast another ten years?
Maybe my body could not win that fight.
Would I be able to call all of those
who need to know?

How would I begin to tell them?
What is said in this instance when you begin
Would anyone close to me desert me?
Would I lose all of my friends?
Would my family members judge me?
Would anyone still love me?
Whatever the case I know that,
I will not go out without a fight!
I will not allow this news to change,
my outlook on life.
Wherever I go, I can not pretend.
Whatever I say, to the bitter end.
My thoughts will be on it.
It will not go away.
From the moment I wake each morning,
until I lay my head down to sleep.
I will be consumed with my HIV/AIDS test results, for the next fourteen days, the next two weeks.

(11800149)   Copyright © 03/30/2006 Shannon Michael Shaw