Hidden Lives Poem by Joe Hughes

Long hours spent bedbound.
Limbs unresponsive, lying dead.
'Do Not Resusitate'
Were the stinging words,
The words she smilingly said.

Long days spent homebound.
Home a prison, not a pleasure.
'The walls guard me, lock like'
Were the stinging words,
The words she didn't nowadays treasure.

Long weeks spent in treatment.
Hospital a torture, that's for sure.
'An unwinnable lottery'
Were the stinging words,
The words for him that meant no cure.

Long lives spent in challenges
Which many never know.
'Perseverence, love with fortitude'
Are the comforting words,
The words through which emotions flow.