It Is Not Easy-Dedication To Ill Poets
It’s Not Easy~ Dedication to Ill Poets
To think of beauty...when in a
hospital bed you lie,
You raise your eyes to heaven
and ask your creator...
Lord, why, and you cry!
Your fellow patient has machines
that sing through the night.
You cant leave the room, because
your broken leg has to heal.
I lie here, wondering ....why?
A few days ago, I was totally
free to go to my kitchen for a
refreshing drink.
Now I lie here, a medical prisoner,
my face-flushed, to level ten, pink.
I pray for other poet families,
and the suffering they endure.
On the other side of pain, is a
rainbow of happiness, so pure!
Writing through pain, provides a soul
some blessed relief.
One must think of glorious tomorrows
and carry a strong, innermost belief.
Dedicated to the ill poets here and their
families and friends, who do their best,
caring for them
11-11-2021
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