The Bird That Sings When The Dawn is Still Dark
When the morphine came
there was a catholic moment
when I thought I should refuse
I closed my eyes and visualized
myself without it
and decided it better
that this medicine is used
It helped. But not enough. The doctors had to do it again.
And still .
There was that moment of guilt.
That single flinching instant
where I have seen life as a game
and points collected for purity
No drink
Drugs
Mastery of self
All at once swept away in a single decision
At night, later
in my hospital bed
I did not dare to dream
nor even sleep
for fear the pain returned
And when they asked me if I needed morphine
I finally broke down that wall
between me and all of the things
that were designed for this specific moment
and this specific use
There was a moment of sickness
very brief
and then I felt
At first, not necessarily free
nor happy
but focused
As if
I was not in dire pain
and I began to see
that this body
that holds me
can withstand much more
than being unable to breathe
This time
I was a little too close
but I held my own
as anyone would
dragging myself to the emergency room
There
on the other side
of my illusionary wall
I found breath of life
hidden in blood
involuntary
if only to an extent
pushing my limits
once again
And as if all in a moment
through a day
and in and out of a morning
and over a night
I was alright again
and I finally slept
and I finally dreamed
beyond the wall
of what we see
or seem
there was a catholic moment
when I thought I should refuse
I closed my eyes and visualized
myself without it
and decided it better
that this medicine is used
It helped. But not enough. The doctors had to do it again.
And still .
There was that moment of guilt.
That single flinching instant
where I have seen life as a game
and points collected for purity
No drink
Drugs
Mastery of self
All at once swept away in a single decision
At night, later
in my hospital bed
I did not dare to dream
nor even sleep
for fear the pain returned
And when they asked me if I needed morphine
I finally broke down that wall
between me and all of the things
that were designed for this specific moment
and this specific use
There was a moment of sickness
very brief
and then I felt
At first, not necessarily free
nor happy
but focused
As if
I was not in dire pain
and I began to see
that this body
that holds me
can withstand much more
than being unable to breathe
This time
I was a little too close
but I held my own
as anyone would
dragging myself to the emergency room
There
on the other side
of my illusionary wall
I found breath of life
hidden in blood
involuntary
if only to an extent
pushing my limits
once again
And as if all in a moment
through a day
and in and out of a morning
and over a night
I was alright again
and I finally slept
and I finally dreamed
beyond the wall
of what we see
or seem
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