Do you believe?
In
Things greater than 
Yourself?
Do you believe?
In 
Miracles?
Do you believe?
It will end and you will 
Rise up
Out of your bed of pain and fear?
That it will be gone
Dissolved like thin snow or frost
A beautiful nightmare?
Vanquished are the ghosts
You will in time not
Recall the laminate corridors
Antiseptic sting and gag reflex
A night nurse plunging needle
The faces behind morphine dream
Your room mate gasping as if 
Being ravished by herself
A chink of light through heavy curtain
Of hope
A scarescrow angel, you kept the hounds at bay
And mark, in my heart, pressing jewels to forlorn crown
Each gummy bear, red, violet, purple
Like bruises and flowers lain slow
You visit me there, in the crook of my arm
Where anihalation takes her naked bow
You wipe my cheeks of salt, bestow your own token
Posies of disease, viruses for the clean
Small bird bones picked lean, glossy in bleach
They watch her take the boat too far from land and wink out
Like a smudge on the line between life and horizon
They would 
Ask her to turn herself around
Return to the ward, the pill bottle, the undergarment of her lurk
But she has already begun 
To dissolve
Like fine powder
Moving on the swell of clouds
All around birds make noise
And drown out 
The feeling that
She has nothing left to burn
But the thin blue line holding
Our faces out of water

19 Replies to “Water”

  1. The image is amazing as well as these lines:
    “A scarescrow angel, you kept the hounds at bay
    And mark, in my heart, pressing jewels to forlorn crown
    Each gummy bear, red, violet, purple
    Like bruises and flowers lain slow
    You visit me there, in the crook of my arm
    Where anihalation takes her naked bow
    You wipe my cheeks of salt, bestow your own token”
    Resilient, you are that.
    You will always be.
    The strength in every post proves it.

  2. It’s exhausting to be ill, to go through all that you’ve been through over such a long time. It takes an emotional toll as well. You’ve given a voice to it all in your usual masterful way and your artful imagery. I especially love those last beautiful ten lines!

  3. Interesting thoughts here. I often wonder if we have any recollection of our time in utero when we were submerged in amniotic fluids and if that experience is similar to what is to come. I believe in things greater than myself and my knowledge and I believe in miracles. Beyond that I’ve quit trying to speculate about such things for I believe we can no longer ferret out such things than a llne of ants can ferret out who and what we humans are. But then I’m know genius. 🙂 <3

  4. my beautiful friend.. I feel each word you write.. so beautifully crafted.. sending you prayers hopes and wishes of better days ❤️❤️❤️

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