A quick Thought

A Quick Thought – June 2016

They come in waves,

These Nurses with their needles.

They hover like mosquitoes,

Waiting for their chance to pounce.

My left arm suffers the most.

Permeated with needle holes,

where missed injections

failed to hit their intended mark.

My right arm has done it's utmost

to take the rejected misses.

By allowing these sharpened points

to gouge at my veins.

“It is for your own good,” they tell me.

“We want to help you get better.”

In ignorance, I think to myself:

“I want things to be as they were.”

“If only, I could have my once strong body

back!”

To think, I was once a Black Belt:

Jumping, hitting, kicking, with no limits.

No shortness of breath, then!

I was invincible and healthy;

The world was mine!

And now?

I hide under my covers,

Hoping to use my blankets as camouflage.

Hoping the phlebotomist can't find me.

Hoping to fight off the next wave of nurses

that want to strike my arms with pointed needles.

And like the mosquito,

They will attempt to suck the life blood out of me!

--Rendo

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