Today is...
Existing in a parallel world
Of the sick
The terminal, the no hopers
And then the hopers
Who smile through the terror
That trembles at the edge of their lips
And burns deep rivets in their gullets
Hidden to all
Except to their fellow hopers
Whose eyes mirror the fear
But tumble platitudes
And seek elusive hope
That another's cure will rub off
And give a ribbon of hope
That life can continue.
Never the same
But continue still.
The three toned beep digs an ear worm
The lights too bright
The echoing floors
Create an illusion
There lies a parallel world
Hidden in a town or city near you
Where the sick people go
A parallel world that runs 24 hours a day
Like a supermarket with fluorescent lights and tanoy speakers
Like a prison with open doors and inmates who choose to stay
A hospital with shattered patients with wrist tags and drugs and dull eyes
Giving themselves to disease because no one says
You can choose
You can change
You will recover.
© M.Rijks 2016