Hours in the ER,
too bright lights,
sound of suffering all around,
alone, and scared.
Moved to a ward,
walls, cool and green,
low lights to ease my burning eyes –
the only sound a murmur and a hum.
Until a voice,
calm and soothing,
“I’m here for you. What do you want to know?”
Funny that now, years later,
when panic strikes,
I go back,
remember the voice in the dark.
Relive the moment
calm settled in,
and I am comforted.
You are there for me, still
a ghost from the past,
lending me strength,
pushing me on.
You have no way to know
how you changed me,
how grateful I am.
Pale,
against the bright light of your tender care,
my meagre words
not nearly enough.
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