Selfish

"If your life continues this path you won't make it to 35."

A tsunami of stress crashed over my life leaving the faintest whisper booming loud and these tears came steadily, like a faucet, slowly dripping.

I'm starring at myself in the mirror, my head is spinning like a Ferris wheel on a Sunday afternoon.

"My uterus isn't strong enough to conceive a child," she said. This pain slowly plowed into my conscience like the iceberg that sunk titanic.

This poem was made because I was living my life selfishly. I’m supposed to be eating healthy because I constantly get pancreatitis. Because of that I do not have a gall bladder and an appendix. I ended up in the hospital once again in the beginning of the year. Doctors told me they couldn’t really see my pancreas anymore and that I could die from a heart attack by age 35. A few months before I was getting depressed and over thinking life because my wife was told she couldn’t have kids and it was a long life dream of mine to have kids.