Bed of love
Originally uploaded by Debora Drower.
I'm in a hospital. Hooked to a host of beeping machines. I have IV tubes snaking all over me. I'm barely a person lost in all this machinery. The doctor comes in looking grave. He resembles a gruff friend of mine and he says, "Drower, either you fight this or it wins, it's your choice." I lay back on the pillow with barely any strength and wish it would all end. It could end with me surviving, getting stronger. Or I could just float away and never look back. Float away and never look back.