A Dragon's Cup of Tea

From the surgery

That saved

My life

The whole

Room

Appeared

To be cast

In shadow

I woke

Up

Gasping for

Air

As if I had

Been Drowning

And fighting

to break the surface

of the water

For far too long

I was shaking

As if I had been

Encased in ice

And my heartbeat

Was loud

Alive….

Alive….

Alive….

Each beat

Seemed to say

My vision was

Blurry

I tried to focus

My eyes

And failed

Will I be able

to see again?

The thought

seemed to float

out in the open

I couldn't grasp it

There were

A lot voices

Circling my head

And I could not

Tell if they were

Inside

Or outside of me

I was too in-between

Floating in between

Conscious and unconscious

To make sense of anything

Her blood pressure

Is too low….

She’s freezing….

Get warm blankets….

I felt one of the nurses grab

my hand…

Stay with us, beautiful…

You are a fighter….

I feel the warmth

Of what has to be the warm blankets…

I am going to administer

More medication to help with

Stabilizing the shakes…

I faintly recognize my doctor’s voice

Amid all the chaos….

A tingling sensation…

Then an extreme burning

Flows down my body

As if I am on fire occurs…

I seemed to go

somewhere else

Completely

outside of

my body

And I saw myself

laying there

olive skin pale

long inky curls

a river against

the white hospital bed

Surrounded

By the medical

team

And then

there was

nothing but darkness

and silence…

Not because your mother will cry at your loss but because the sun will come out tomorrow and you will not be there to appreciate it. Stay alive because the path will go somewhere exciting and you will not be able to experience it.

Stay alive because your favourite band might release a new song. Or your favourite series might be renewed for a new season. Stay alive because there are twenty thousand more series to hold you in your gloomy days.

Stay alive.

Not because your father will blame himself his whole life but you have a whole world out there for you to see. Because your coffee mug is sitting there waiting to be filled.

Stay alive because your older self is waiting for you to grow up as a wonderful person your father may not be. Stay alive because all the rights are waiting for you to fix them because nobody but you can do it.

Stay alive because the moon is there for you. The stars in the darkest of night need you to look up and admire them.

stay alive.

Not because your siblings will hold your clothes and remember you but your clothes need you to remove their emptiness. The next burger you are going to eat is waiting for you out there. Stay alive because a part of the air around you is reserved only for you to breathe.

Stay alive because a spot in front of the Eiffel Tower where you are standing needs to be in your album. Your streets are waiting for you to come for a walk with headphones on. Your favourite songs are waiting for you to give them that unmatchable attention.

stay alive.

Not because your lover will lose his/her half, but because of those roses in the garden waiting with love to be plucked for love. For that unwritten parchment that wants to be painted with your affection even if no one ever reads it.

Stay alive for the imaginations you have before your sleep and for the dance under the sky you want. For the days you laughed at your own jokes and the days you could not love yourself more.

Stay alive for your bedroom because it will never be the same without you. For the winds because they will never touch any skin in the same way. For the sky because no one will go crazier as you do seeing it changing colours. For the moon and the stars, you see so adoringly that they shine a little brightly for you. For all the songs who you have given a place in your heart. For all your favourite series you carry with you. For all the clothes you wear daily. For the rays of sun you love on your face and for the life that beats within you.

I redid this older comic I made for my storytelling class based on this post. Have some cute wlw love in your day.

It’s hard, if I had more free time I could make it so pretty, this is what I could throw together for the assignment.

- playing Tchaikovsky whilst microwaving dinner

- candles dripping wax dangerously close to piles of books scattered around the apartment

-not a single patch of the desk visible beneath the papers spread out in last minute revision for the test tomorrow

-heavy wool trousers purchased second hand and stitched by hand to fit better

-a cat curled up by the window, an unfortunate audience member for the Shakespeare you perform wholeheartedly when bored.

-re reading your favourite paperback until it falls apart before haphazardly fixing it with scotch tape

- a bottle of wine hidden in a deep coat pocket on your way to see friends

Your

Eyes

And

Remind

Your

Soul

That

All the

Magic

You are

Looking

For

Is hidden

Within

You

And

When

You

Open

Your chest

And Caress

Your faintly

Beating heart

While allowing

The fresh

Breath

Of Life

To fill

The empty

Spaces

You

Will

Remember

How to begin

Again

Surrender

Yourself

To be reborn

And Awaken

The universe

Inside you

And you will

My dear

view

The world

Through

The lens

Of magic

again