My Deadly Disease

A body lie lifeless on the rock hard mattress.
Intravenous tubes dangle above like snakes,
Their fangs puncturing the skin.
A damp washcloth spread over the forehead,
Though flames of heat still rise.
Red blotches ornament the flesh,
Peeling like a lizard shedding its skin.

Helpless, weak,
The child lay...
Placing her life in the doctor's hands.
Questions flood the child's brain,
Things fall into perspective.

Life becomes valued,
Death becomes feared,
Love grows stronger,
Hatred diminishes,
Time ticks...

Weeks go by,
Child still alive.
Slowly the recovering begins,
I thank God for not taking my life.

By T.H.