Recovery

Recovery

A new day dawns
I wake in the hospital bed
A drip in my right hand
My weary eyes fluttering
On my stomach, wounds are healing
Slowly turning into scars
That will be written on my skin
For the rest of my life
And even longer
I lie under white sheets
A different person to who I was
Only days before
My dignity was handed in on a silver platter
And swapped for some sugary humility
But as the pain fades
I realise
Dignity isn’t necessary for a full life
In fact, I think I’ll live quite happily
Without it.

~ Bluebell Rizzi

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