Description: I was shot twice just a little over 6 months ago... Open heart surgery, a piece of my lung removed, two spine fractures, and a titanium plate attached to my jaw. I know this isn't much of a poem but while I was in the hospital I kept thinking about writing again and since haven't been able to. So, I basically just opened up post and starting writing. I'm hoping this will get me back on track... it's a start at least :-)
-Typed after reading the description, before piece.-
I could not help but notice you said you were in the hospital and couldn't help thinking about getting back into the writing dynamism.
That is very brawny of your character and who you are as a person to have a longing to want to re-enter the mindset for ultimate regain, with pace.
And that there made me not want to turn away from what was below of the explanation for the work.
For the account given here I would give way to the thought of near life ending experience or death clinching and that is there any resist in the situation.
Is it one of those closer to God, slug burn sinking gradually into you kind of predicaments.
Where life beams at you, reflecting key periods or parts of it.All in minutes.
Just maybe by an inch, I have another deep thought rising as a giant during dusk.Just maybe.Related to the content and life focus.
Which is resurgence, written over it.
The thought of full recovery and life purpose through consideration all to you.