So, for creative writing, we had a choice between four different types of poems. I chose an elegy. It’s an elegy to my dead intestines. It’s a bit gruesome, so you’ve been warned. Here it is! (Sorry for the lack of updates. School and work are taking over)
No bigger than
It burns, it burns!
In huge waves.
Ravaging the body
Bowel explodes inside
The abdominal cavity,
Spreading to the healthy organs
Where it tries to kill.
The diseased intestines
No hope for this young body
As it sits and writhes –
Pain never escaping –
As death of vital organs
But there is hope.
Critical condition never
Wheeled down hallways,
Each small bump
Closer to the operating room.
The anesthesia a relief
As surgeons take scalpels
And save her.
Removing the dead intestine
Cleansing the body,
The vital organs of the
If not for its untimely perforation,
All the intestine could have
But, the careful surgeon
Extracted all the intestines
From her body,
Measuring by inches and centimeters.
And giving life back
Where death occurred.
Relieved to be waking up alive
In spite of an ostomy on her side.
A railroad scar on her stomach to remain
A reminder of excruciating pain.
This autoimmune disease a curse
In six to eight months, ostomy reversed.
Another scar she will have to hide
From removing more of her insides.
Prednisone, Percocet, and Remicade
Crohn’s Disease will never go away.
Morphine’s administered by IV
Creating a high, she feels free.
So for now, the morphine is relief
Its effects drowning out any grief.
And that’s it for today folks! Please let me know what you think!