Year of the spirochete, infernal.
Mortal heart of a child, eternal.
Girl + Infection = Outcome Unexpected
Girl + Infection = more pills than Lego pieces, per capita
Rectangles, round, ovals, gel caps,
pasties, sublinguals, compounded, and tablets.
(to navigate the bottles, you’ll require maps!)
I’ve swallowed more handfuls of pills
I’ve dripped more drops of medications,
I’ve flown beyond this body,
but always come back.
If life = chronic infection:
hold close the light: it’s more illuminating than blackness
embrace love: let it heal and guide you
follow you heart, to your path
lead with hope, and courage will follow
find this moment, and you’ll receive the present
trust in happiness: it never left
welcome life, your old friend
live in your life: you’ll discover it’s waiting
open your arms, and embrace your future
open your mind, and wisdom and perseverance will arrive
open your heart, and love will fill it.
The beginning of the journey never promised
a fairy-tale ending,
the truth? At the end of five years?
Girl > Infection.
A note: This poem came to me this morning while watching the clock change from December 31, 2012, 11:59 PM to January 1, 2013, 12:00.
AnonymousJanuary 3, 2013 at 6:21 pm
Love it, Nicole! It’s inspirational. Thank you.Reply
AnonymousJanuary 4, 2013 at 10:06 am
Follow your heart, you are creative naturally. The words flow and does your spirit soar 😀Reply
Nicely done xox Luba
Lymies of VictoriaJanuary 7, 2013 at 3:40 am
thank you so much…i really appreciate all the love <3.Reply