Sobriety I Do Not Care For
By Rukh-Shana Namuyimba, Uganda:
There’s something sobering about seeing someone you have known for years
Confined to a hospital bed
Deathly pale skin
Where firm breasts once stood
Flatness so vast.
There’s something sobering about those winding tubes
Suspended from all places
Like a hang man's noose
There is something sobering about the attempt to find remote comfort
For what’s left of their tiny frame
My random glance around the room
To hide my gushing tears from eyes with gloom
Is met by the sight of adult diapers & Cerelac
There’s something very sobering about holding their hand to pray
And silently knowing I have not the faith they will live to see another day.
There’s something very sobering…
And I don’t particularly care for this kind of sobriety!