Hiv Is a Judgement

Kisses good-bye;  waved out the door.
Sitting at the shore.  The water is still rolling.
You want to know how much longer I'll be here for.

We'll all be here till death is at the door.  Methadone,
morphine will squelch the pain, but for that ONE day
when it won't work anymore.

All the threads have been cut around the spool ahead.
There will be nothing but pain and nothing at the store.
People like it when I'm cheery and I don't know where to
put myself anymore.

Sit, stand, lay; I have no real reason to stay.  I am warm
and cozy under this hood.  My body is clean.  That is
understood.  My cuticles are disgusting.  Is this the purply glut
they talk about in signs and symptoms of the dead and dying?
They are not the nails you see in Cosmo for manicure ads, you
know, manicures to die for.

My mouth feels mucky and brushing my teeth is a chore.  I can't
remember one breakthrough from another.   Holidays forever around
each corner;  it would appear I'll still be around, what a drag; the wet blanket.
Dead broad walking down the dining room hall.

If I could cry and know the river would actually wash these tears away 
for GOOD;  I'd lay down and weep for weeks on end if it we're understood
that this would be the bloody end.

Tears aren't painful, nothing more than a wash.  Not everything is as someone else says.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Kendrick Avatar
February 19, 2011 at 4:25 AM
Gisele, I hope that this is not you that has the HIV but just a topic about which you chose to write..It must be horrible for the people who have it knowing that eventually it will be a death sentence even though now people are living longer and healthier with the illness..I do believe that it is possible that it is one of the plagues that is spoken about in Revelations..Sara
Vincent-Page Avatar
February 12, 2011 at 10:53 AM
Dear Nikko, I am grateful for the strength I've gained over the years, and much of that strength comes from the positive energy of people like yourself. Peace, Gisele
K. Avatar
February 12, 2011 at 8:11 AM
This is very moving, Gisele and the emotion you put here is very palpable--- your last 4 lines linger in my mind---I read your comment below and I admire you for staying so strong and for being such a generous soul-- keep writing and God bless you :) --nikko :)
Haick Avatar
February 11, 2011 at 2:11 PM
Dear Gisele, Thanks for using your beautiful gift to express all you feel...and I wish you a miracle along the way. I don't believe that HIV is judgement, though, or else the innocents wouldn't be affected. And how about the medical staff who accidentally get HIV.. So please keep your chin up and try to stay strong. Love, Annalise
Vincent-Page Avatar
February 11, 2011 at 10:12 AM
Dear Chris; living with HIV for 27 years, has been painful, but it has also obliged me to forage my soul for gifts, and I'm happy to share them. gisele
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