Epilepsy

A free verse poem about having a seizure on the job.

I have tried to keep you secret;
I hoped you wouldn't come known,
but my new friends would soon come to meet you.

You were uncontrolable and embarrassing;
You did not leave any thing back
when you decided to show up, uninvited.

You knocked me on the wall;
I dropped onto the floor.
Your screams came through my mouth
as I lay on the ground, choking and turning blue.

It was my friends who came up to me,
now knowing my secret,
they tried to comfort me
after you battered me.