Your feelings I've cursed
For flip flopping on
For better or worse
Now that heart of yours
Is doing so on its own
And not in a healthy way
The monitor tells me so
I feel struck down
With no warning we go
Thinking minute by second
Our history not yet told
Gut wrenching, stomach clenching
The bottom has temporarily
Fallen out of my plans
While I sit hand in hand
Watching lines on a screen
My dreams now dependent
On something I can't control
As I try to console you with
Everything will be fine
But why lie? I don't know
What's going on, I just want
Time to complete our song.

But now I watch that screen
White lines, mesmerized
Looking for a pattern-while
I've never liked symmetry, but
Now our lives depend on it
Those lines need a natural rhythym
Like breathing, like cries from a baby
Like an old married couple
Holding hands as they walk
And in the comfort of that thought
I settle my head around
What will be and know
As I kiss your eyes
It's not goodbye and
Tomorrow will come and
Everything always looks
Brighter under the sun.

WOW! Excellent Write!

So much realism... I had to read it again.

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Great write (((Pam)))....ty, once again, for sharing your beautiful self with us

We are with you.

J- knowing that you read it twice means a lot to me-thanks

thanks tanyaann

see you are my Su n,, my Strength,,
You are Beautiful

You know, you feel.
Will a piece of paper
make it more real.

I have thought of you often. I worry, yet something keeps holding me back on passing judgment. Fear and love does either ever make logical sense? Not truly knowing of what I write but knowing the best thing I can tell you is follow your knowing pk as you have.

Ughhh, I'm babbling, sorry.

thanks g/f- have to say that hospitals are not my favorite places-it's good to be home again

Thx for sharing.........good read.

It amazes me how "mesmerizing" the lines on a screen could be.........I've recently become hypnotized by them myself. Staring up, waiting to see, heart jumping at every little beep. Seconds, minutes, hours go by.........and all that you know is that your not taking your eyes of those lines.

you are so kind, as always, my cheerleader

Your pace sounds without grace.
Seeing, but fleeing without a trace.
Thread slow and let it grow.
One sided hearts, grow father apart.
Just feel sure it is a real start.


Great read my friend and its always great to see your type here,wink.

WOW Pam, that was your best yet. Loved it.

'Those lines need a natural rhythym
Like breathing, like cries from a baby
Like an old married couple
Holding hands as they walk'

Really excellent verbage her my friend. Beautiful lines We all need those natural rhythym's dont we? Without it life is,well...lifeless, yes?

A beautiful piece of work

good afternoon to you and thanks for the kind comment

Thanks Robert, I appreciate that. Writing is always better when it comes from the heart...as you well know.

thanks Ms Wiz- your comments carry much weight with me.

when we find those rhythyms we can breathe a sigh of relief