Off the Shelf, Poetry Thursdays
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Hanging On

The scent of illness, stifling and spoiled
Masked by antiseptics.
Beeps and murmurs,
A ceaseless, mocking choir.

A man, my patient, lying in bed,
Unaware, frail, deteriorating.
How many days has he been here? I wonder.
Doctors and nurses marvel with each measured breath
Nonchalant about his death.
Something twinges inside me.

The never-ending tug-of-war with a difficult spouse.
We want to do our best for our patient:
To make him comfortable
To make it dignified.
Not knowing what he wanted
Makes it so hard.
In the midst of family grief
Grasping for control
Spouting hateful words
Yelling, crying, blaming.
In the background, a man lying motionless
Fighting with himself, his organs failing.
On the brink of something inevitable
Ready to go, but for the family’s grasp.

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April Hyon April Hyon (2 Posts)

Contributing Writer

University of Virginia School of Medicine

April is a member of the Class of 2020 at the University of Virginia School of Medicine in Charlottesville, Virginia. She graduated from the University of Virginia with Bachelor of Arts in human biology. In her free time, she enjoys hiking, eating tacos, and cheering on UVA sports teams. In the future, she would like to pursue a residency in physical medicine and rehabilitation.