Monday, October 29, 2012

IF SOMETHING HAD GONE WRONG.



If something had gone wrong
and you bled to death.

If something had gone wrong
and I had come out with my hands and not my head.

If something had gone wrong
and my placenta had detached before time.

If something had gone wrong
and I didn't cry at birth.

If something had gone wrong
and you couldn't get to the hospital before I came out.

If something had gone wrong
and I chose to come earlier than nine months.

If something had gone wrong
and somehow my parts weren't fully formed.

If something had gone wrong
and my head got stuck during delivery.

But nothing went wrong
So we can safely say...

I am a miracle.

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Saturday, October 20, 2012

YOU CAN'T KNOW HOW THEY FEEL.




Running, rushing
Asking, what happened?
The disbelief, the denial, the grief.
You can't know how they feel.

Sitting, standing, pacing
Asking self, what did I do wrong?
Not knowing, will he survive?
You can't know how they feel.

Cleaning, brushing, changing, washing
Stains - vomit, urine, saliva - smells
smoothen creases on the bed
You can't know how they feel.

Healing, dying?
Gets better, relapses
Tests, results, more tests, more results. Bills.
You cant know how they feel.

Gazing, Calling, staring
Phone calls, relatives
Whispering, talking, hushed tones, raised voices
You can't know how they feel.

Crying, sighing
Preparing ; home or morgue?
The former, joy; the latter, sorrow
You can't know how they feel.


(DEDICATED TO RELATIVES OF MY PATIENTS.)

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Tuesday, October 16, 2012

THERE COMES A TIME.




There comes a time...
The foamy lather, and golden crystals
Of Alcohol, in bottle after bottle
No longer gives you that boost you require
Only succeeds in making you feel little.


There comes a time...
Wrap after wrap, of cigar after cigar
Only leaves you with the nausea
The smoke, rising through your lungs
Only succeeds, in quenching your desire.


There comes a time...
Having Belinda, Felicia, Nadia and Patricia
leads to no satisfaction
All become a rottenness to your bones
A rising sense of confusion.


There comes a time...
The dripping fat, of fats and fries
And the sugary coating of pastries
Only causes you to shake your head in rejection
And return all those pennies.



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Friday, October 5, 2012

JUST ONE MORE TIME.



Just one more time, if I could
If it were possible, for me to do
Somehow to get up from under
This weight that holds me down
One more time to make things right.


Just one more time, please I beg you
To be free of these tubes and all these fluids
coursing through my veins, breaking me down
just a word
I need to say.


Just one more time, don't deny me this
Now I know, a miracle it is
Waking up and hearing their laughter
The children playing, they angered me then
One more time, is that too much to ask?


Just one more time, out of this bed
To smell the roses, and see the sun
To feel the rain that fills the earth
To greet the neighbours, each and every one
one more time is all I pray.


Just one more time is all I ask for
To hold her hand and say it's okay
To see her eyes, the sparkles of grey
To say thank you for all those times
Just one more time will make it right.



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