Sticky Note 21

Last note from my hospital bed

Leprechauns are gone

Making guest appearances

All around the world

For St. Patty's Day

In bars and parades

Turning rivers green

Allows me the freedom

To dream

Dr. Blue is on call

But that number will

Never be called by me

Intentionally 

Bandages needed to cover

The wounds in my soul

Now I have a chance to be

Whole

It is now up to me

As I have earned the

Right to be free

Beaten not broken

Hoping that I am awake

As a break from this

Drug induced state

As this is the last sticky

Note I hope

As I cope

Emerging from 

The worm hole

Unscathed?

As I bailey remember

Crossing the 

Einstein-Rosen bridge

Nevertheless

I will try my best

To lay my fears to rest

As clarity now becomes

A reality

As I walk alone

To my own home

No more oxycodone

I need to dwell in my 

Own space

For now withdrawing

From the human race

Author's Note

this is the last "sticky note" in a series of poems that started from the time I spent in ICU until I was released from rehab. In this series we explored the "business" of being sic and the effects of drugs on the mind.

Reviews

[Jamestown]

Wow what a creative set of notes, definitely a part of your life that
won't be forgotten, thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. Dorsey]

Thanks Jamestown for stopping by, always good to hear from you...

[Jamestown]

My brother and I were talking about this sticky note idea the other night and
saying what a brilliant idea this was to come up with, u r welcome:)

[Jennesis]

Home sweet home. Nothing like being in your very own space.....

[Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. Dorsey]

Thanks Jenn for the review...