When the dust settles, briefly
I am half a person
even if I still shake and shiver
I’ve still pills at my bedside

A camera in my throat
and a drip in my arm
I am vulnerable
but I am almost calm

Even if I am restless
I have neared happiness
but I’ll be back to poetry
pills and bedsides



Filed under Poetry

6 responses to “67.

  1. I hope it’s not wrong to say what a wonderful poem this is. I hope you’re feeling better.

  2. loved ittt purity of wordss

  3. I want to say “beautiful poem”, but that would be at the risk of sounding sadistic. The words are so well written, they inspire me to write. Thanks a lot.

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