Stroke

I know my name
The words cannot
Escape

I know my lines and
Curves
The extremity no
Longer grasp the tool

I know my mobility
The body stay still

Tears spill on my
Palms as I pray to
Him

I am in the land of
Pills and needles

Will I ever be
The same once more

The ones called
Family ever love
The way I am

Trapped in prison
Awaiting to be released
Outside these walls
Of freedom breeze

Irritation frustrates the soul
As the days pass by to
Go home

            -Zenita Sillah