Rattled by riddles
Rising above blame.
Her body falls to pieces
Her kind eyes remain
Watching in wonder
At what shape the future will take.
Like a gold ring
hung on a string -
Could turn left
Might turn right
But this pendulum will only show it's answer
through the progression of time.
"Never mind the pain"
She says
Once again
Never mind the veins
pricked too many times
Never mind the numbers.
Number make sense to doctors
but numbers do not calm the mind.
Today I brought her flowers
but flowers were not allowed
In her room
We had to breathe through
masks.
Breathe through the laughter
that masks
the worry of the mind.
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