Unspoken Truths

FOR jessi- forever grateful (writing.com)

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You said: How do you know I would want you too?
Obviously, this is typographical error. "Too" should be "to."

Graphics
The tone of the author could be readily felt. The emotion is graphically painted. The situation is clearly presented. Promising work!

Truth
A poem, however, as an essay, a dissertation, or a book, is not free from respecting realities in life.

A situation that directly applies to this case is knowing some truth that one doesn’t – for example, the prognosis a doctor gives of one’s disease.

A reality in life is that people want to be told if they are dying or not – to know everything the doctor said. A reality in life is also that our people love us so much, they would like to see us happy and free from worries.

What each of these two groups have is information about someone slowly slipping away. The question now is, who is the owner of the information? By owner, then one can dispense with the data the way he sees it. This, however, needs qualifications.

To understand the context, who is most affected when not given the necessary data? The patient, because he may not be able to make use of the time left for him if he did not know. The parents or loved ones, because they are charged with taking care of the patient and his other concerns including hospital bills.

How much?
How much does not seem to matter, more than why one should know. The reason the doctor does not tell the patient directly is that not all patients know how to handle information about their health. If they knew, their health might grow worse from worrying.

Is it a right to know?
It is not a right more than what is for the best interests of the patient. What is paramount then is the attitude of knowing that one has this and that much to live, or that one has this disease, or that one has this truth to one’s life. If the patient can have the proper attitude of welcoming his mortality, then there is no problem. Proper attitude or not, however, should the patient find out the truth, one cannot tell how much bitterness would come out of the case.

As the poem laments, the author was not given the chance to appreciate those data. It is clear that he had found out later on what secrets were kept from him. It is up to him now to weigh this question: if he knew, what would he have done? For his betterment, or for his worse?