Lost Significance, a poem

It was time for me to write another fourteen line poem and since the word of the day for The Daily Post Prompt was wheel, I thought – why not?

 

LostSignificance

 

This isn’t where I planned to spend my days

having to wheel myself up and down a nursing room hallway

a shadow of a shadow of who I once was, or perhaps only who I thought to be

Oftentimes, I spend my time in solitude – seeking the quiet of my own breaths

for breathing becomes heavy, surrounded by unfamiliarity

people whose different lives now intersect my own

and I cannot choose who I live with, nor what I want to be

lunch comes at 12 and my pills come at 11, for everything is regimented – measured and poured

I feel I have become nothing but a number, a warm body to sleep in another cold bed

and when I pass on, I won’t be remembered – they shall move someone else in quicker than my shadow fades on their pastel wallpaper.

There was a time when I walked in my own importance – I wore a smile and a spring in my step

and I believed that who I was and what I did held some significance

as I push myself through these long days, all I can say is – things sure change, not only your perspective

There was a time, I longed to live – but as the days pass, it becomes more difficult to breathe.

 

© Sumyanna 2017

 

This poem is a fictional piece of work, though based on my experiences with those living in a nursing home nearby.  It is never easy.  They still strive like the rest of us, but you can see the disappointment in their eyes.

 

Written for The Daily Post Prompt: wheel

Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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14 Comments Add yours

  1. Bobby Del Boy says:

    Sad but true Sumyanna as I watched my mother in law Betty go through this very sad process. Well done poet friend!

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    1. Sumyanna says:

      Hey Bobby! Yes, it is a sad truth. So sorry to hear she struggled in a nursing home. I wish I could visit my friend more often, but it is a bit of a drive for us and with school it can be difficult. She’s a strong lady, and often the older residents call her mama. She loves taking care of others.

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  2. Pablo Cuzco says:

    Poignant. Adding the disclaimer at the end makes it even more so.

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    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you very much Pablo.

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  3. Oh, Sumyanna, this is so sad for old people. We try to spend time with our older relatives so that they feel loved and have nice times.

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    1. Sumyanna says:

      Yes, it is incredibly sad. It is not the story of all who live in nursing homes, but there are many who don’t get any visitors at all. They have no family and are alone. They have activities that (for me) would not appeal to me in any way. The kids and I volunteered to do art classes and we went many times. At some point, the nursing home dropped the ball and stopped asking us to come. This one in particular (and there are a lot like this) changes staff as often as we change underwear. There were a few older ladies that actually cried until the asked us to come back. The management changed again and we have not been invited back – even though it is on a volunteer basis. It is sad. They truly want to do interesting things. Before we came and showed them that adult coloring pages existed – they were giving them children’s coloring books to use. We try to visit as often as we can (which I admit is not often enough) but as I said, many don’t get any visitors at all. I just think there is so much more that they could be doing for them.

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      1. You have to wonder where their families are, don’t you?

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        1. Sumyanna says:

          Some may not have families, but my friend did have one roommate who was visiting the US with her husband and she had some health problem and he just signed her up and went back to his own country. She had no one as she was originally from somewhere else. There are some that have family visits, but many are lonely. When they see my kids, they just go crazy. They love to see other people.

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          1. It is really terrible that the elderly are so neglected. You are absolutely lovely to go and visit them and brighten their day a little.

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          2. Sumyanna says:

            Yes, I do agree. I don’t know if it is like that all over the world, but in the US, people or should I say families are not as connected as other places. People kind of go off and live their own lives. I mean, some families are tight knit – but the culture is more about individuals instead of community, if that makes sense. My friend lives there and we started visiting her, but quickly picked up a few new friends 🙂 It is a blessing to be there with them.

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  4. This is a great poem! I can feel the pain and discomfort in your words. I’m sorry that you have to go through this. Even though you have this new life, you are still important and significant to your loved ones! Keep your head up and focus on the positive! Not sure if this story is about you but I want to share a few kind words anyway =)

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    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you. This was a fictional write – based on my experiences visiting the elderly in a nursing home here. I hope it is not true for everyone, but they still have a lot of life left in them.

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  5. pritu555 says:

    Amazing work!! Very touchy lines..

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    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you very much!

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