The Dentist Chair

 The Dentist Chair

Dread, terror, trepidation, stress,
The dentist chair can make you a hot mess,
Oh, the doctor is nice enough, but the process is chilling,
Because you really can’t stand the sound of drilling!
You look up and find it is time to go,
Your terrified and your anxieties grow,
You park your car but don’t want to go in,
The pressure is mounting as you put on a fake grin,
Just grin and bear it keeps running through your head,
But that doesn’t squash the huge feeling of dread,
Fear is consuming as you walk back to the chair,
Gripping the armrests and sending up a prayer,
You cannot wait for this to be over-and-done,
The weight on your chest feels like a ton,
The procedure begins but time has stood still,
Your entire jaw is numb, so you don’t even feel,
You close your eyes and try to stay calm,
While the sweat is collecting in both of your palms,
You focus on the background music to distract,
And sing along in your head, as a matter of fact,
Your grip begins to loosen, and your mind now wanders,
To a place where there is peace, and you ponder:
Why did you get so nervous and upset?
What was the need to worry and fret?
It all came to an end in less than an hour,
You are proud of yourself for having the willpower,
To stay in the chair and not freak completely out,
As you leave the office, you want to shout,
I did it! I did it! It’s all over now!
But I don’t have to like it, anyhow,
It will be the same angst, next time I’m here,
For the mention of a dentist chair brings about fear!

Tammy Harvey
written: 3/17/2022