The veins in my
hand stand out like
dirt on freshly fallen snow
As I look upon my hand, it
shakes uncontrollably
changing from a little
to a lot until
finally set it down
only to pick it back
up a moment later
I wish I could feel the
blood coursing through
those purple lines, but
I cannot.
Will not too...unless
I make a small cut
nothing significant, just
enough to feel the
flow and see it for myself
Oh to feel the thumping of
my heart in my hands!
I know I'm alive
now and not just
an empty shell
Thank you throbbing
Thank you pain
It doesn't last forever
clotting takes care and
once again, I feel nothing.