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White Coat


Opening my eyes slowly,

All I see is white,

Oh wait there might be a string, maybe black

Voices I hear, "Tell me where it is hurting?"

Cold metal that seems to caress my heart

I am hurting everywhere 

Everywhere, but this voice wants it go away

I feel happy when I hear this voice

Soothing, yet firm 

Kind, yet stern

Somebody, besides myself wants this pain to go away

Decision, like thousands of horses come into my head

This is what I want to become

This person, with a kind voice and a white coat. 

 

 

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