Welcome to my Life

My mind rushing, panicking,
Eyes unable to open, glimpsing     nothing,
Frustrated with my inability to function.

I can hear the EMTs discussing me.
“I’m coherent! I’ll be okay!”
Angry with my body’s refusal to cooperate.

I get a whiff of disposable medical gloves.
“Is this normal for her?,” the EMT asks my worker.
“Yes!” I try to shout. I begin to pray…

“Dear God, please don’t keep me like this!”
I beg…
“I…I can’t…I can’t…think…
THINK!!! I can do this!”

I begin to cry, but I don’t feel my tears.
I cough, with the taste of a thermometer in my mouth.
“Please, God. I just want to go home.”
Another tear falls from my eye…

– Vanja LaVoie

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s