I, Me and Myself

Monday, March 06, 2006

fear

dark and empty corridors greet your sight...
your in a rush as you pass by the lone watchman,
trying to catch a few winks, who helps u with the wheel chair
the only light that you can see is the one you choose to see
your mind is delirious
your heart thumping away
you wake up the doc from his deep slumber
u care not what anyone thinks
u run around...
around nowhere
the doc states the chances
as you have your fingers glued together in a cross
your desperate and final attempt to hope things will be allright
he says some things that dont add up
of a chanced of survial, of a chanced of recovery
finally signing off with his best wishes.
your ears are buzzing
it doesnt make any sense to you
you move around the hospital
floors, corridors, doors
stop at one....
hoping they will be the answer to your prayers
they state the obivious...
some relief spreads through you
and they unflinchingly ask
where is everybody else?
where is anybody else?
" how is a little girl like you going to manage?"
only if they knew,
this little girl had at that moment
stopped being afraid of the dark;
of listening to ghost stories at night:
of being alone....
she had faced her ultimate fear
in that moment....
the little girl had grown up

as the calls started pouring in...
as the room started getting filled
family, friends, accuqaintances, strangers
all sympathetic, questioning, and emotional
the room was suddenly teeming
too full ...
and i sat in the corner
feeling more alone,
than ever.....

Posted by vidi :: 11:34 AM :: 3 wisecracks:

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