Fluid.
Limbs flooded,
lungs immersed,
skin engorged-
you chase it off.
Pill
after pill.
Nights.
Twilight wheezes
upon three pillows.
Four.
Five.
Bare
are your breaths
as you gasp,
fight-
hunger unquenched.
Stairs
unconquerable,
indomitable,
fatigue intractable.
Slowly you ascend.
Still
you conquer,
embrace
love,
life,
strength.
Your heart full.
Your dilated cardiomyopathy.
Categories: All Poetry, Medical Poetry, Medicine, Poetry by Phoebe
I don’t have cardiomyopathy, but I do have congestive heart failure, and just recovered from a severe acute systolic episode in October that laid me low for three weeks. So I could relate to much of this poem. Thank you!
I am very sorry to hear that, but I am glad to hear that you are feeling better now. Wishing you the best. 🙂
Our cousin boy Piper has a larged heart. We think it reflects his attitude. We only wish it didn’t cause him harm and worry his Momma so much. Thank you for sharing your beautiful poem.
Aww…I’m sorry to hear that. Sending warm thoughts and hugs in his direction. 🙂
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