Thinking to myself
Why do I get sick?
Is it my fault,
Or is chance the culprit?
Chance it is, I believe,
But it is courage to accept
The limits, the meds, the treatments
And to act upon them.
My illness marks me as different
Yet my heart beats as does yours
I laugh, I cry, I learn like you.
I wish you could see
as I do
That the important things about me
Are not unlike the important things about you.
Compassion, humor, curiosity, wonder
They are what make
me the me that
Wants to get to know the you that beats beneath your surface.
I hope that we will like one another.
Why ever not?
||To the poetry pond|
Fleitas, Ed.D., R.N.
Associate Professor of Nursing, Lehman College, CUNY
Bronx, New York 10468
Last updated: November 14, 2004