Passion breeds poetry – what follows is a section of a piece written recently about an experience of mine a few years back and the people that gave me my second chance…
Hospitals have lost their welcome mat, and
Are quick to change the patient in their bed.
When I have stayed I’ve tried so hard to walk
Back out the door. But they’ve told me; “wait, you’ll
Be needing surgery, instead.”
But what must it have been like for those I left at home?
Parental sacrifice means you put your loved ones first.
A sense of loving others before you love yourself
Is the essence of belief in what I call
‘The family stone’.
My scar is a reminder of my second chance to thrive.
Thank goodness it’s been given by those who
Love me as I am. They’re the ones that hold me,
That mould me into me. They’re the ones
That got me home, alive.