Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Time Heals

I had a pencil in my hand,
And slipped and fell to the floor.
My arm hit first and I did land.
Through my cheek the pencil did bore,
And disappeared inside my head.
The doctors were baffled by this,
And wondered why I wasn't dead;
But dared not try fix the near miss,
Not knowing then what they should do.
Headaches and nosebleeds came about.
With the pencil, older I grew.
At last, doctors could pull it out.

The pencil lodged inside my brain,
55 years it did remain.