Fluid.
Limbs flooded,
lungs immersed,
skin engorged-
you chase it off.
Pill
after pill.
Nights.
Twilight wheezes
upon three pillows.
Four.
Five.
Bare
are your breaths
as you gasp,
fight-
hunger unquenched.
Stairs
unconquerable,
indomitable,
fatigue intractable.
Slowly you ascend.
Still
you conquer,
embrace
love,
life,
strength.
Your heart full.
Your dilated cardiomyopathy.
Categories: All Poetry, Medical Poetry, Medicine, Poetry by Phoebe
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Nicely done Phoebe! Literally having a large heart is not a good thing! You have captured that so well!
You perfectly captured the struggle, that those patients experience, oftentimes, daily. Beautiful!
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Ah, Phoebe, I know you write that which you observe, and this is so good, and true. And a wonderful last line, too!
Thank you! Wishing you the best! 😀
such heart-wrenching sentiments, lovely
beautiful.