specters of my past rise up en masse
sweeping my feet and hard-won ground
out from under me
is the battle worth refighting?
dare I rally instead of running?
I cannot live with defeat
I must hang on to hope
muscles trembling, I rise again:
some say I tilt at windmills
others liken it to Sisyphus
it matters not
I cannot let myself give up
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 8:03 PM UTC
Lying on my couch;
Lying to myself.
Claiming I will work;
Knowing I will not.
Hiding from the world;
Leaving friends alone.
Hating what I do,
Letting my life rot.
When will I decide,
To face life again?
When no dish is clean?
When all food is gone?
I wish, that I had,
Motivation, an
All-consuming force,
Inspiring action.
But, alas, just me.
Too lazy to work,
Too tired to sleep,
Just dissatisfied.
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 9:41 AM UTC
Wind blowing hard.
Sun shining hot.
But this girl, is
Loving it not.
She’s not outside,
She’s stuck at work,
Exhausted, and
Wanting to shirk.
Clock on the wall.
Please faster spin.
Spring my cage, please,
Or I will bawl!
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 4:49 PM UTC
To you, who will clean, this room to a sheen,
I thank you right now, to you, I do bow,
With deep appreciation and this versification.
May you clean with great glee, making others carefree.
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 11:05 AM UTC
To cheerful Nurse Sue and her point of view,
Who, to chaos that’s thickening, nods, and says “Interesting.”
She’s on top of her game, not one to shame,
For inquiries serious, or requests quite mysterious.
I’d hate for her work to be boring, but maybe something less “interesting.”
But whatever might come, I know she’ll never be glum.
May her high spirits be contagious for they’re quite advantageous.
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 11:04 AM UTC
Acquila could float a flotilla
On all the blood she did draw—I’m quite filled with awe!
For she did it first try, though my vein was quite shy.
My thanks for her skill; she has all my goodwill.
May her efforts be lauded and from near and afar be applauded.
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 11:02 AM UTC
To all, whose names I’ve not got, right here by my cot,
I’m quite grateful as well, for how you helped me feel swell,
And sorry I can’t give you a personal chant.
So this will have to make do, for I’d give you your due.
From the start of my arrival, you ensured my survival.
Registered me with care,
Despite the ongoing repair,
Making you do, more than your share.
Asked me the same questions (again and again),
Slowly getting more info, while helping me grin.
Diagnosed me with care, not willing to err.
Wheeled me to room 248, with a gentle, slow gait.
Observed me all night, until all was right.
You all did your part, but I hope to depart.
Never to be seen, again in this scene.
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 7:33 AM UTC
Aileen was not mean.
She moved with all speed, but always did heed
Her patient’s queries and calmed all her worries
Though quite understaffed, performing her craft,
She left smiles of great cheer, and grins, ear-to-ear.
May her vacation have shouts of elation.
And her energy never seek to evade her.
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 7:30 AM UTC
Jack had the knack
Of showing quite quick with one single flick.
I called him for aid; he did as I bade.
Cheerfully willing to always be filling
Water and ice for my cup, he heard me speak up.
May he never get bored of pleasing the horde,
And find satisfaction, in his quick action.
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 7:10 AM UTC