January


Shallow breath drowning without fear
feeling nothing but resolution near....
A needle prick, the pain returns
Confusion around, anger burns.
Robbed of my peace, defeated again...
Will the pain of this life ever end ?
My final breath, a trick by fate....
My physical rescue wasn't too late.
Hoses....machines..... medicines....screams....
Intensive care, but still not repaired.
Watched night and day to prevent my flight...
Endlessly told that I'm worth the fight.
Anger, pain, fear....relief of death had been so near....
Unsure what to feel while my body heals.
Physical self mends as soul still reels.

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