Silence in the Clinic

I took you to the clinic today.
We sat in the waiting room making small talk trying to ignore our old friend "worry".
Acting like "Worry" isn't staring us in the face.
Acting like "Worry" isn't pressing in on us from every side.
We would be silent but "Worry" can't be quiet.
"Worry" always seems to fill the empty spaces with "Fear".
And so we push the silence away with our own chatter because "Fear" is a friend to no one, let alone to us.
But at the moment silence would be nice.
We spend so much time in chatter that we neglect to make space to tell eachother that we are afraid.
"Fear" may be a foe, but beign afraid is natural when traveling through the unknown.
If we had space to be honest, the silence to fill with the truth beyond chatter we would know that we are not alone.
"Fear" and "Worry" are not our only companions.
"Courage" stands near because despite "Fear" and "Worry" we move forward asking our questions and taking test where the results whether positive or negative leave us with choices and implications that only lead to more of life's complications and complexities.
Thus we stand holding hands with our friend "Wondering" whom often simply wanders through our days and stumbles through our nights.
As we sit together chatter becomes too laborius, "Silence" too complicated to articulate, and the quiet throbbing of our hearts too loud to bare.
Gently laying my hand on your knee I give you a wordless glance that speaks volumes and I leave the waiting room.
Silenced by labels placed over your mouth you are rejected in many places, frowned upon by self-righteous faces.
How do we remain silent in the midst of so much noisy hatred?
How can we be heard when drowned out by so much pain?
Each of us now sit alone with "Worry" running aimlessly from "Fear".
I commit myself to a chair in the front lobby and you to an examination table surrounded by walls telling stories unheard, marked with frames holding confidentiality statements and public service announcements regarding safe sex practices.
We both sit with our friend "Waiting" in a room where time stands still so there's no telling when we will find healing.
So we sit dealing with the lingering pauses of the second hand...
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
Time seems like its slowing but silence is just now beginning to get going and in it we start to wrestle with "Reality"