Waking up: The day after

I thought of this poem before I drifted off last night. I had written this shortly after my diagnosis last May. What a gift that we GET to wake up each day anew! No matter what you face, there are Gifts from God still to be had -tender morsels in each delicious moment. YOU are a gift. We GET to live -for now, for today.

I feel the rain on my face

reminded of all the places

where I go unconscious

When life rubs me the wrong way

and I’m critical & allergic to people

situations, red lights, tailgating, dirty dishes, my filthy house

Nothing ever perfect + neat.

My silly shitty hamster wheel just Disintigrated.

I feel the rain on my face

Savor it like it’s the last time.

Smell the electric charge in the air

Must commit all to Memory

I will not fade

I will burn out fiercely

and leave traces across the sky.



9 thoughts on “Waking up: The day after”

  1. Wow! I love this poem. Your insights are amazing. Thank you Melissa. I love you so much, and I am so proud of you.


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