An ocean mosaic washes across the floor
Quickly I step by on my way to the tower
Up in the elevator I travel, anguish rising
Almost there, I bury a breath, steady
Myself against the tinge of disinfectant
And the auditory assault of medical machines
Rendering care at the doctor’s discretion
I am afraid, I am hopeful, I am worried
No one should have to endure this
Everywhere – the walls, the curtains, the scrubs – is aquamarine
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Notes: October is always a difficult month of memories. Aquamarine is the dominating color decorating the children’s hospital that I spent a great deal of time in six years ago.
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