Splashes of sunshine fill my darkened room
Piercing my sleepy eyelids
Sleep. the only freedom that I know. interrupted again
Merciless brightness catipults me into another gloomy day.
Then she enters my boudoir and prepares me for my bedbath
Always bubbly and smiling.
How can she smile when I am so miserable?
I lay there motionless as she washes me
While my mind screams
“a shower is more befitting to my style.”
Suddenly, I hear a voice calling softly to me
“Can you see me?”
I can’t see anything but four walls surrounding me
Confined to an uncomfortable air loss medical bed
Frustrated that I cannot get up,
Reluctant to drink this day’s painful cup.
But once again that intrusive voice sings
“Can you hear me?”
I hear nothing but the whirring of my blender
That prepares my morning shake.
After a few more chores, my aid departs
And I am left here to abide
Alone … or so it seemed
Until that voice invades my space again
“Can you hear me?”
Day after day, the grueling monotony
Yet somehow that persistent whisper comforts me.
Nancy Jean Walker - Loving Life Fully 
Strong poem, Nancy. Thank you for sharing it. I hope today isn’t so gloomy for you.
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Thank you Robert. You are very kind.
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Thank you Merbear ❤
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