There is a signature smell in this room:
that of disinfectant and sterile air.
There is a pregnant apathy attached:
to its bright lights, white tiles, and cold table.
Patients draped in sterile hospital gowns,
strangely they look alike on the table.
Patients in any station, race, or look,
they are given equal chances to survive.
Surgeons behind masks and glasses play God.
A patient's life, rests at a scalpel's end.
A surgeon's expertise and steady hands
could fix, improve, or just break the hopefuls.
In this room where lives sometimes see their end,
silent prayers are breathed, rituals are done.
There is always a minute doubt, whether
the patient emerges from the ordeal.
Because nobody can be very sure.
Certainty sometimes could turn to regret.
So love ones could only wonder what news
await behind sliding doors of the operating room.
Capturing that horrible
Capturing that horrible feeling we all have while waiting for someone in the waiting room of a hospital. Beautifully done.
I'm always lying, in fact, I'm lying to you right now.
Thank you for finding time to
Thank you for finding time to read and sharing your feeling.
Shye
“ Let the beauty of what you love be what you do."
~ Rumi