The Days Where I Couldn't Walk

I shouldn't find comfort

Lying on this white bed,

With its brick pillows,

And wires attached to my body.

Alas, my knees were riddled with pain,

Along with my ankles and wrists.

Not to mention my butterfly rash

Contorted my face with no mercy.

Taking five steps out of my bed

Never had been so miserable

And petrifying than any other

Moment of my life.

However, I must take five,

ten, twenty, forty, eighty,

And even more steps 

Towards my uncertain future

Outside of that hospital door.