the difference between night and day.

waking with a retch
and the smell
of antiseptic sweat.
The ache of a drain
and cannular.
And the pain
dulled with morphine
but always prescent.
Always a life lover
but wanting to die.
Ready to leave the here
and now forever.

Once my body
burned alive, inside.
And I prayed.
I begged for release,
for a blessed peace.

I take the memory
of this dark night
and make another day.

The nurse wakes me
from a sweet sleep
says that I am good.
Shes a mother,
gently soothing
with her words.
And while not
physically well,
I am healed.
Night is now day.


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