Everything is going to be all WRITE

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Allowing my feelings to flow through my pen has always been my therapy. My hospital journals often have unfinished sentences as I drifted off to sleep under the blanket of pain meds. But always, they are a place where I can spill unfiltered and later reflect when I am well. During a therapeutic weekend of de-cluttering, I pulled out my journal pile and re-read some of my hospital prose. For those of you who are still in that place, it may help to know that I am not there anymore, but I do understand it deeply. Here is one I wrote while under the recovery sheets.

Whole

There’s a hole there that could swallow me up if I let it.

  If I looked

I am not whole anymore,

  my energy leaks like a cold sweep of wind.

I am exposed there,

  no one I can express this to but these pages.

Pen dips into my rages and sooths my limitless ache.

Not arms and legs gone, but part of myself.

Forever bandaged, never to see sunshine and light, and air.

Wisps of motion, tenderly folded and tucked,

  I am displayed under white sheets amidst shudders of pain.

Coming and going, they contend for my side,

My insides are layed out and leaking,

  I wonder what they want.

Streams of visitors,

  dumbfounded and waiting for me to make them comfortable, even laugh.

Silence and sunshine are mine when no one is here.

I am alone with my pain and new wardrobe.

I am encased and submissive, swallowed up my by insecurity

Shivering with this boastful, smiling courage as I falsely move on.

The songs are silent now and I wonder how many more of my parts will go

  can be taken

My legs will carry me and my arms will reach up,

  my voice will sound the same.

My essence is contained within this body’s shield,

  inside this gasoline shimmering shell

A matchstick could ignite my fury, my sorrow,

  my aching longing to sun my belly just one more time.

2 thoughts on “Everything is going to be all WRITE

  1. Aloha!
    I send sunshine from Hawaii!!
    I hope this message finds you well. I’m an ostomate of 8 years after suffering with UC for 18 years. My colostomy has given me a new and better life as I struggled to bring up two daughters on my own. I just started my new blog and happened upon yours. I love the idea of your sharing your thoughts and writing from your ‘hospital days’.

    Earlier this evening I read some very negative comments to another site and in my anger posted a message in general response to it. I realize blogs and comments are an open field for any and all but it’s sad that some use it to hurt others. I hope your sharing brings a lot of healing to all who read it.

    I would like to add a comment on my blog about your poem and add your link. May I have your permission to do so??

    Looking forward to your response!
    Aloha!
    faith

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