Showing posts with label hospital. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hospital. Show all posts

Thursday, December 10, 2015

Cold Wall Trap





hospital stench,
non-stop sliding of doors, swift cold air,
walkers screeching, infants screaming,
endless heart palpitations, intestinal burn,
disbelief ringing in my ears as my heart overflows with fear.
family and strangers all around, yet i sit in an acute sense of loneliness and isolation.

the overwhelming laughter and chatter intensifies
as though the pain within me does not matter.
these cold walls with the ability to trap a soul forever....... have me entrapped, betraying my weaknesses.
thoughts and feelings pass through the silences of the mind deep inside this cold wall trap.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

even if i could

masked, sterile, cold, fear, pain - intense pain - smell of alcohol, tubes, bandages, oxygen, tents, blurs and more blurs descriptive of my memory - that's what I thought….

what do I remember? anything - nothing? both - could it be both? long time ago - I was young --- too young to understand those descriptions but not too young to feel pain intense pain….

why did everyone have the mask on their face? why were they all hovering over me looking down - watching me… why were there so many of them- they were all so big- giants – yelp they were giants… they were all wearing green… ugly green…. - it's ugly to me or it was then.. surgical green - that's it… surgical, clinical, medical, hospital, physician green….. UGLY PAINFUL GREEN…

accidents happen fast, they do not discriminate, they have no limits, no boundaries - any age goes - no race no religion discrimination
NO BOUNDARIES…………….

chilly,windy, fall was in the air – sky was blue, leaves were bright……

a helper… yelp a helper – i've always been a helper or at least I thought I was….

a climber- I was a climber loved to climb.... climbed that chilly, windy, fall, blue sky day… climb up to the sink and kick started that gas stove…..
18 months old into everything- a helper - a climber


the door opened, the wind blew in, the flames grew and grew……

it was the first day of the rest of my life……

call it a struggle, a fight, an accident
it WAS and IS …….
God's Will….

i was and am the chosen one…. i was chosen for this journey –

49 years later - I understand - I am the chosen one for this journey

I wouldn't change it- even if I could.

In honor of my wonderful loving parents ~ Billy and Pauline Dill