Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Silent Scream

Floating above the room
Looking down on their faces
Unaware of my presence
Then back in my body
Looking up at them
Still oblivious to my consciousness
As I wander
Between life and death
They don’t think
That I can hear their frail voices
Whisper of the next step,
Vital procedure
Or see the wrinkles that
Are permanently
Furrowing between their eyebrows
Tears that seem out of place
As I keep crossing back and forth
Between one world and another
Their eyes emit a silent prayer
Wondering how they cannot hear
My piercing cries
Of choosing one side or the other
Unmindful of my dilemma
And the invisible string
That they hold
Drawing me back to this side
Until we all open our eyes

Prompt #139 We Write Poems


  1. Having swum that same twilight, I have deep appreciation for this work. Well done.

    1. Thank you, Ron. It is good that you are still "here".

  2. Wow...a near death experience? Or an operation? Sounds much like a documentary I once watched about those who had died and seen the other side but were drawn back...Amazingly told, Denise. Thank you.

    1. Thank you for your kind comments, Hannah. It is mixture of all of the components you mentioned.

  3. Not sure, but I envision a poor child having to listen to his parents fighting while they ask him to choose sides.

    1. Robyn, thank you for your insight. I did not see it this way until you opened my eyes to it.

  4. I've had that feeling of being on the ceiling looking down, then in the next, another view. It isn't an easy one to be in, much harder to convey. You did a wonderful job of this Denise, brava!


    1. Thank you, Elizabeth. I have been trying to put words to this for many years.