I spent the night in the hospital last night while they ran all kinds of tests and suspected I was having a heart attack. I kept mulling the topic of the day, wondering what I should or could write about. My pain level when I arrived was at a high end 8, low 9. In other words, I couldn’t breathe to keep it in control, so my blood pressure went over the top. It occurred to me as I sat in the waiting room sure doom would arrive, I could just write about what I was dealing with at that moment. Pen in hand, I wrote the following poem.

NaPoWriMo
Blood Brothers
The pain can only ease
if I am writing poetry
ink to paper thin
dripping words from within
using black and blue bruises
of Bic Crystal pens (my favorites)
The words tick-tock my memories
so I can live again
bloom within
shed my skin
lose to win–
–dows to the sleepless soul
with shades drawn against
the surprise war of the worlds
(Maybe we should toss confetti).
I fill the pages slowly with dragging foot
while my guts glow
radioactive
so attractive
I catch the eyes of ritzy doctors
worshiped nurses
wheelchair parking
and abandoned purses.
I use these words
to forgiv(e)ncourage me
for everything I couldn’t/wouldn’t be
Every day I was too blind to see
That pain can only ease
only ease
if I am writing poetry
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