Reluctant Visit Poem by Vinaya Joseph

In the sterile chair, I take my seat,
A dentist's realm, my heart skips a beat.
Tools gleam bright in sterile light,
Dread and hope in equal fight.

"Open wide, " the doctor says with cheer,
I close my eyes, suppress the fear.
The drill's whir, a sound so stark,
Echoes through my nervous heart.

Numbing needle, a tiny prick,
The minutes pass, slow and thick.
Root extraction, a task so grim,
I endure with courage, though hopes dim.

Antibiotics prescribed with care,
To heal the pain, to mend and repair.
Swollen gums and aching jaw,
I vow to avoid this dental law.

But as the days pass, pain subsides,
Relief and joy, my smile abides.
Never again, I whisper low,
To the dentist's chair, I hope not to go.

In healthy teeth, I place my trust,
Brush and floss, I know I must.
For in that chair, I'd rather not remain,
The root extraction's memory, forever a stain.