Through A Child's Eyes (NONFICTION) [challenge]

Challenge Description: Write a poem about a child dealing with a serious and or life threatening illness. Either from the child or the parent having to watch there child going through this. Images: must include hospital, doctor offices and tests (x-ray, blood work, Etc.) Emotions: must include pain, fear, helplessness (50 points) Born into a world unknown My Mother, waiting by the phone to hear I am going to be fine her tears run down telephone line I was born, a very sick child exploratory surgeries, last for a while they do not know why I'm as sick as I am The doctors, they do the best that they can My heart is enlarged, or so I've been told I wasn't suppose to live to be ten years old My lungs are so sick, I can't hardly breath to lay down and rest, they are quickly relieved But why did I have to be the one that is sick? Shouldn't it be someone else? I don't deserve it! I cough up blood, pints at a time thinking, my life, will be over this time. I am a child, born with this disease I didn't ask for it, it just happened to me I can't ride a bike, run, jump or play I really don't like living this way. I'm scared that the next time will be the end when the blood starts to come and the wheezing begins I see it gather, one pint at a time More and more comes... am I dying this time? WHY GOD OH WHY? Does it have to be me? Can't I be normal? Can't I be free? This disease has me chained, keeps me so scared all of these burdens, are mine to bear... Am I gonna get sick when I'm out on a date? How do I explain that this is my fate? I'm gonna die, but they don't have a clue... some of my doctors, don't know what to do! But alas, I'm alive, and here I am sitting but sometimes I feel like giving up, quitting! A child, trapped, in an adult's life with sickness, disease, anquish and strife How do I cope? How do I go on? I have to be brave, I have to be strong! I won't get better, it will only get worse I was born with a sickness, an unending curse. I am so scared, helpless, confused I feel like a pin cushion, to be poked and used. At times I think I'll wake from this dream but when I do, all I can think is to scream MOMMY PLEASE HELP ME, I DON'T WANT TO DIE HOLD ME, PROTECT ME, JUST LET ME CRY you don't know what its like to see yourself fall waiting for the day, the doctor's last call there's nothing left for them to do Just go home and rest, till God calls you GOD I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE THEM BEHIND HELP ME PLEASE, I'M LOSING MY MIND alone in the dark, and I cry I'm scared, God I'm scared, don't let me die hospital stays, for weeks at a time blood drawn and Xrays, should be a crime there's nothing they haven't done to me drugs, shots, surgeries, nothing fixes me Left with this disease, alone in a bed when I should be home, with my family instead I've spent miles and miles away from home in a hospital room, laying all alone. I'm playing this hand, the one I was dealt my life, like a candle, away it will melt MOMMY, I don't want to be alone! hold me, come get me, please take me home! I JUST WANT TO GO HOME! I JUST WANT TO GO HOME! .... please just take me home.This poem IS NOT FICTION! I was born with a terminal illness. I cough up pints and pints of blood that fill my lungs in hopes that I don't drown in it... What I have is called Eisenmenger's Syndrome among a LOT of other things I was born with. Written March 16th, 2002 © on Mar 16 2002 01:30 PM PST    18 • 0 • 10