Escaping Immunity's Straightjacket

by Pamela Rice Hahn

I peer in through the bolted door
And wonder, staring at the floor
Afraid of things I cannot see. ...
Of who disease has made of me. ...

I walk into the barren room
And find a womb that's safe and warm:
A welcome shelter from the storm.
To stay there could keep me from harm. ...

It'd be so easy just to hide.
To venture outside could contain
Frustration, relapse, perhaps pain.
But even so, I can't remain. ...

My living shall be positive.
For I'm resolved to live and grow.
Perhaps someone will pause to know
And allow me space so I can show. ...

That I still have so much to give.

Copyright ©1996, 1999-2001 Pamela Rice Hahn

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