Laying down my tired body
a journey begins to flow
where I go to the place of hopes and fears.
Standing in a hospital’s hallway
hair on my arms begins to prickle
something is not right here; stomach churns.
Lying on a stretcher; you are there
your eyes are closed and messy dark hair
hooked up to a heart monitor, an erratic rhythm
I am looking in from the hall,
a disembodied witness wanting to scream,
as I hear the heart monitor sound the alert.
Nurses and doctors swarm you as little I can see,
I am pushed aside as they race,
they call “Clear!” and try with the paddles.
Your body rises up but still no response,
they try again…nothing
pulling a sheet over your face.
I collapse down on my knees,
as I can’t force a scream out,
tears won’t come as the shock is too great.
(c) Amanda Wilson 2013