November 10, 2009
The first bird speaks
But there is no one else up to reply to it

I hear it

I smile
I wish I could reply to the bird
Make its heart sing

The same way it made mine

When your life is a living hell
Simple things aren’t so simple

A whispering voice is a battle cry

A walker isn’t weakness

And everything that is

was and

ever will be
A hospital
Is suddenly the enemy

The over sanitized floors
The giant revolving doors

I hate hospitals
And yet I’d linger there
Like the last light of day

Just to see you

To make you smile

In two hours you’ll be going under again
And I wish I was there

To help you through hell

To make you smile

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