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Holding Out a Hand
Hope arrived without fanfare, knowing full well we were entering the unknown. A poem about hospital corridors, long nights, kindness, and the quiet ways hope holds out a hand when we need it most.
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No Apology
A poem about hospital waiting rooms, rediscovering your voice, and the quiet peace that comes after surviving the storm.
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Are you OK – Reprise
A quiet reflection on healing and release, where pain gives way to strength, and a hidden burden is finally lifted — leaving behind gratitude, resilience, and the courage to begin again.
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Are You OK?
“Are you OK?” asked the nurse, as machines hummed and lights glared. The patient, yellow-tinged, weary, lay silent while the world hurried around her — fluids, paracetamol, antibiotics, needles and scans, the mystery of illness written in her blood. And what of her husband? Inside: fear, exhaustion, despair. Outside: armour of calm, the warrior, the rock at her bedside. Is he OK? She is not ordinary — if such a word belongs to anyone. Her body a puzzle of conditions that weave together into fragility, into fight. Is she OK? Days blur into nights. Corridors become home, moved from ward to ward, sleep fractured by monitors’ beeps, by rubies of…
