Having asthma and being poked with needles.
Born short of breath.
A whole life lived with partially closed lungs.
A childhood lived always sick.
Always having my breath stolen by disease.
Shots to relieve allergies.
Shots to ease the passageways.
Needles in the arm to take a sample of
blood.
Needles deep for an I.V tube.
My whole life I have been poked by almost
every needle imaginable.
My body has built up a tolerance to the pain of
needles.
Needles never bother me.
"This may hurt a little," they say.
I hum a tune in my head. I take the needle like I would take a
thermometer in the mouth.
Needles never bother me I tell them.
Disbelief clouds their faces.
If you had as many needles all your life as
I have.
Needles would never bother you.
I would rather take a million needles compared
to the agony of having my breath cut off cruelly.
Sometimes a needle brought me out of the
darkness of suffocation.
Sometimes a needle saved my life.
I would not be alive today to write this poem.
If it were not for the blessing of needles.
Poetry by Amy Buchanan
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Written on 2006-08-30 at 06:38
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Needles Never Bother Me
Born short of breath.
A whole life lived with partially closed lungs.
A childhood lived always sick.
Always having my breath stolen by disease.
Shots to relieve allergies.
Shots to ease the passageways.
Needles in the arm to take a sample of
blood.
Needles deep for an I.V tube.
My whole life I have been poked by almost
every needle imaginable.
My body has built up a tolerance to the pain of
needles.
Needles never bother me.
"This may hurt a little," they say.
I hum a tune in my head. I take the needle like I would take a
thermometer in the mouth.
Needles never bother me I tell them.
Disbelief clouds their faces.
If you had as many needles all your life as
I have.
Needles would never bother you.
I would rather take a million needles compared
to the agony of having my breath cut off cruelly.
Sometimes a needle brought me out of the
darkness of suffocation.
Sometimes a needle saved my life.
I would not be alive today to write this poem.
If it were not for the blessing of needles.
Poetry by Amy Buchanan
Read 489 times
Written on 2006-08-30 at 06:38
Tags Needles
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