IBD - UC

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I Have So Much to Write

I have so much in my mind

I have so much to write

But I can't find the words

To form lines or stanzas

Or phrases or metaphors

Or magic anymore

I have so much in my mind

I have so much to write

But it's all too cliché and pathetic

And meaningless and dull

It seems unfortunate that

My poetry has lost its magic

Four Days

Four days.

It's been four days since I've been out of the hospital. 

Four days in reality. 

A hell of a lot can happen in four days. 

It's been hard. 

What is reality?

Who am I?

If someone asked, who is Katelyn Bartels, I'm not sure I could answer. 

I'm not sure anyone could answer. 

Am I even real?

Is this life even real?

What is real?

My pastor today said John 10:10, "I came so that you might have life, and have it abundantly."

What does that even mean?

I couldn't even get my mind and body under control within four days. 

How am I supposed to live life abundantly when I don't even know whose life I'm living?

I want to know how to live, not just survive. 

But I barely know how to survive. 

It's been four days. 

And all I've done is survive. 

Not live. 

Four days in reality, and I still don't know who I am. 

Does this not concern anyone else?

Thoughts About the Hospital

the light and beeping monitors in my room and

the tangle and tug from the tubes in my veins and

constant thoughts of you

keep me up at night

you're more of a lifeline to me than this IV pump beside my hospital bed

Check out My Journal for some Morbidly Descriptive Entries about Hospitals and an Annoying Chronic Disease

05.01.13

"You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering."

-Ernest Hemingway