The Night Time In Rehab
It's nearly time for morning dew
As I remain awake, unable to rest
Though my body aches with fatigue
From my very busy day
My mind struggles with everything
As though it sees all things as new
The questions that pour from my damaged brain
Re-building my memory banks
Trying to set order from the chaos
Left behind so kindly by the stroke
That came along to ride with the headache
That robbed me of more humanity
And they ganged up and beat the hell out of me
Leaving me to lie in this hospital bed
Unable to move a muscle
I knew what was happening around me
But lay there watching my limbs turn useless and numb
Into Jelly that was motionless until they came to turn me
And place the pillows around me to help me
Stay in position
No tone, no feeling, no movement at all
This is Stroke number three
And again I'm alive, unable to do anything
watching the world from my bed
Waiting for the therapists to come and work their magic
On my unmoving limbs
Determined to work hard and make my way home
written Sept 5, 2004
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