Confined

My mind rewinds like a motion picture

To that winter I spent in rooms of

Plexiglass and safety knobs

Numb

In a cold hospital bed;

Treatment with pills, maybe even

Coloring books–

Everything still is a blur

But so vividly I recall this moment:

“Let’s start the morning off.”

The nurse walked in front if us,

Put on the televsion.

As soon as I saw it

I smiled ever so slightly.

A grand piano 

Hands moving so beautifully.

and so

I closed my eyes.

I felt peace as I listened

To the presence of emotion

I had not felt for days

Flying from the piano keys

Again and again

After

The coloring books weren’t so bad

Pills were still chalky but I obliged

Because I knew that to get better

I had to stay alive.

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About heatherd001

Hello! My name is Heather. I'm sixteen years old and I love to write (poems mostly) but I'm working on some story- and novel-writing. Writing is a creative outlet for me.
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