I rise

I go downstairs

I make you a coffee

I return

I shave

I shower

I dress

I am exhausted

I lay on the bed

I ponder the desires and the designs

Of heart mind and body

And the time for equilibrium to return

Time to recover

I rise

And go downstairs again

The medication gives me a headache

And I doze

I sit and watch any old toot on T.V.

I rise

 

I try and read

But I just cannot concentrate

I eat

I drink

I pray

I plead

I pee

More pills

I go to bed

But I live

I breath

Ready to repeat over again

I have risen

 

This was following a recent heart attack which sounds worse than it was, but it was written a week after I came out of hospital. On the road to recovery now