i'm still standing
Walking into that building, i wanted out,
However, this surgery I would not live without.
Lying on that table in that paper like gown,
Slowly losing consciousness as my brain shuts down.
Finally awake i look at my surroundings,
But I can barely see, and my heart starts pounding.
That week i spent staring with my one eye at the wall,
Holding it in and trying not to ball.
Needles and tubes coming out of my skin,
Nurses checking in with a soft but cold grin.
It hurts to move and it hurts to live,
So to sleep, my life i give.
Aching for some love, some friends,
My faith and hope, it does descend.
My last time on that table,
To leave this place, now I am able.
All bandaged up and ready to part,
Little did I know this was only the start.
A few days go by and everyone forgets,
They all move around me like faint silhouettes.
But no, not me though i do try,
Because I always will have the reminder in my eye.
A wound that tells the story of pain,
Something that I find hard to explain.
Sometimes I feel i'm coming apart at the seams,
Drowning in my thoughts and screams.
Despite all this i will not curl up small,
Despite all this, I’m still standing after all.
Copyright © molly noble | Year Posted 2024
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