Symphony
Sunday, May 18, 2008
An endless refrain
Of pain
Sings through her body
Every morning
As her joints wake up to the morning sun
And her wallet wakes up, yawning empty
From the money she spent
To chase away the pain.
Operas of symptoms open up in her flesh,
Symphonies of body breakdown
That threaten to create a shakedown
Of her spirit -
But she smiles anyway.
But sometimes, she has to make a choice
About which disease’s course she will give voice
To,
Which symptom she will treat,
Which medicine she will buy;
For her wallet cannot handle everything.
So her body is an open, darkened stage
Where the symphony plays its song,
Her endless refrain
Of pain.
Written 5/18/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
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Isn’t it just terrible that people really do have to choose?
Thank you for dropping by and leaving a comment. Yes, it is terrible. I’ve seen people have to do this first hand. A friend of our family died after having a stroke; she couldn’t afford both her diabetes and hypertension medication, so she chose to treat the diabetes and the hypertension went untreated.
-Nicole
This is nicely written. I like the way you relate the body as an “open, darkened stage”.
Thank you.