Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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The doctor

The doctor

A Poem by Molly Brightly
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Roughly based on Dr.Hadley (House M.D).

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No Broken bones

or shattered parts

No psyciatric problems

or fixable hearts

 

It's not a metaphor

She's really sick

and the worst part is she knows

That she can't be fixed

 

She's got a bottle saved up

With all the tears from her crying

She can't run away

From the fact that she's dying

 

She's a doctor

But she can't fix herself

No surgeries,

No prescriptions will help

 

She's got a couple bottles

And a needle at home

And everytime someone will live

She feels more alone

 

It's like the world is spinning

But her heart will stop

She's running out of time

And she's racing the clock

 

She's doing different strangers

But she doesn't play safe

STDs don't scare her

Because she's dying anyway

 

In a room full of people

She feels all alone

And in a room with the heat on

She's shivering and cold

 

And when people see her down

She answers with a lie

Because how do you explain

That you're going to die?

 

And however way she got this

She doesn't want to forgive

But even though she's dying

She's trying to live

 

© 2013 Molly Brightly


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There is a lot to connect with in your poem.

I didn't read what your original inspiration was until after I'd completed my read and said to myself 'wow'.

I can well imagine that anyone knowing they are dying might feel just this way.

"In a room full of people
She feels all alone
And in a room with the heat on
She's shivering and cold

And when people see her down
She answers with a lie
Because how do you explain
That you're going to die?"

We as humans have this one VERY human trait of not wanting to show others what we consider out weakness's. How much more weak can one feel than when they know their mortality is threatened?

We don't want to feel other peoples pity,their questions, or their attempts to play doctor. We don't want to see others deal with their acceptance of a future loss - or feel guilty as they express their pain.

To so many things your poem alludes.

Then of course are her choices to live as hard and fast as she can so she isn't missing anything, and her decision to take risks.

Yet in the same breath down to the last line - she still clings to the hope - even though she is dying.

For most - the reality of your two last lines are absolute.

A job well done Molly!



Posted 11 Years Ago


Molly Brightly

11 Years Ago

thank you so much! I deeply appreciate it - your words mean a great deal to me

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