Learning to Sing Again

One of the repercussions of the long ICU stay was that I had to relearn many things I previously took for granted, like sitting up without slumping over, eating without choking, walking without feeling like my legs were going to buckle.  Fortunately, these skills were quickly regained, within days of leaving the ICU.

Singing, however, was another matter.  I could barely talk, so singing felt like such a long shot. In the bigger scheme of things, it just didn’t seem all that important. Continue reading “Learning to Sing Again”


How are you?

Brows furrowed in consternation,
reschooled, rearranged into too bright a smile.
“You look fantastic! You look so much better now!”
follows all too quickly

A shuffling of feet. when can i politely take my leave?
without seeming rude, ungrateful,
without causing worry, offense?

“Are you resting enough?
How are you feeling?
Are you eating well?
Are you back to normal?”

i mumble something or other,
eager to get away from
the concerned glances that are shot my way.

Am i fine?  i feel fine.
But i guess
the scalp peeking out from my closely cropped mane,
the scar adjacent to my lip, mostly faded, but still mocking,
the shadows under my no longer sunken eyes,
hinting at darker days

surprise, shock, evoke concern & sympathy
from those i chancely encounter.

I am fine.

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