I can’t make myself
write about fear
or worry
by your hospital bed
Every breath we take
is a gift
a gift that is second by second
You are breathing
and fighting to stay alive
And isn’t that something
to celebrate
even just for this second
Tag: sickness
Living on Struggle Street
It’s a day
Without the sun
Slippery wet
Smells mould
My chest
Screams fear
Of another attack
The soup kitchen
Is five blocks away
I rather battle
Stomach acid
Than the cold
My baby’s looking at me
Wide eyed and whining
It sucks
To be poor
Sick
And a dog owner
Flicker of Thoughts 