doctor’s receptionist
she hears my voice
too often ©
Eyes lose focus
Mind drifts away
Far from this,
Far from the noisy cafe
Far from our coffee and cake
Far from you.
Body tenses
Face contorts in pain
Hit by the horror within,
‘Where have you gone?’
You say, and I smile,
Here and now is all that matters.
best try it now
while I’m still fit-
the bitter pill
***
not able to cry-
my voice
breaks
***
after the needle
my arm aches-
for its blood
***
once again
the cold kiss
of the bathroom tiles-
oh how I long
for a cure©
World Lupus Day May 10th