How do I know
the pill won’t seem
bitter to your tongue
through your teeth?
How do I wear
a once white coat
stained with tears
of memories?
How do I compel
my pen to write
scripts to fight
a dimming light?
How do I know
which waters will flow
to unearth the strength
within me?
How do I persuade
a heart to let go
when it’s my hand
that sets you free?
How do I ensure
my smile won’t be
one of the last
that you’ll see?
How do I force
my ears to hear
a song I fear
of dusk so near?
How do I know
which waters will come
to enshroud the doubts
within me?
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My grandfather was the head of Penn State’s pediatric unit and this really echoed his feelings towards his patients as a neonatologist trying to save premature infants. So very beautiful.
Wow…yes I can only start to imagine the kind of experience he had. A wonderfully compassionate man, no doubt.
This is just so beautiful!! <3
Thank you 🙂
I just stumbled upon your blog, and I’m falling in love with your poetry more and more. So poignant.
Really thought-provoking questions to explore our own fears. I especially like the last stanza/question.
This piece could only of been written, with a heart full of empathy and compassion. Excellent write, Excellent traits.
Thank you for reading. 🙂