Isn't it an oxymoron?? That everyone's reality is truth but not everyone's truth is a reality. Marching to the beat of a 9-to-5 with the rhythm of a stay-at-home mom. Life is only relative to circumstance. But don't make your circumstance your conclusion. Live to die another day, but die to live another day. How can we be so many things and nothing at the same time?? A mid-winters nightmare can be another persons midnight summer's dream. Yet, all the while we are changing by staying the same. And when I thought I had it all figured out, I got my red-penned essay back: "Nice try." The words so taunting. As if I didn't know that already. Relativity is the key to survival. But who needs to survive when reality is not truth??
I know how this should be: I've seen it, you see, In soap operas, Movies. Your eyes are closed, As if in sleep. Perfect peachy skin Atop a snow white pillow Under flawlessly matched sheets. The heart monitor, Quiet bleeps. The ventilator, A steady hiss. None of that is this. Your eyes Stuck open Seeing without sight Yellow sclera Dumb tears streaming. Tubes, taped to your face Delicate skin torn Where nurses Repositioned them To feed you To heal you You never liked being told What to do. Your whole torso spasms Spastic, Every 40 seconds. A machine Forces your lungs to act. Your hands are warm From hemodialysis But don't respond When we each grab one Give it a kiss. We spend the day Brushing your hair Telling stories Singing songs. Praying prayers. You're not there. Hospital staff Are more lovely If less pretty Than on TV. When the time comes They gently walk us From the room Close the curtai...
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