Drip, drip, drip..

Liquid flowing from the IV bag to the cannula and through her veins,

She lays wondering 

Why the visitor from Tibet colonized her body 

The monitor beeps

The doors creek

The nurse enters with a rather tired smile

“Ah, we see you are getting better

But here is a little more medicine” she says almost ironically

With more drugs in her circulation

She feels intoxicated

With the sounds becoming hazy

And the lights becoming dull

The windows on the side draw her attention 

To the beautiful birds and swaying trees

“Oh how great would it be to be a flying creature 

Or the grass 

Or that car”

She never really cared for the cool breeze 

Or the rays of sunlight before 

But now,

The wind tasted of freedom 

And the sun seemed to tease her every morning

Laughing at her cage; the isolation ward

In the afternoon, she takes calls from loved ones

Reassuring her safety with the feigned 

“I am fine, don’t worry” statement

Always works

As the days pass…

The windows become her new companion 

Ruthlessly reminding her every day 

Of the things, she took for granted 

And of the things, she would soon lose

Family, Friends, Laughter, Happiness

Bicycles, Towers, Sea, Roads

Home, Money, Glamour, and Vanity 

Another day 

Another IV bag 

Another monitor 

Same window 

Same bed

Same nurse 

But no her.

“The room feels empty without her, I miss her.” says the nurse

“Me too” the windows echo in the silence