Practicing Resilience

Dear Sister,

I am prone to a feeling of falling, endlessly:
gravity exists everywhere but in the dimension I am alive in.
This is a vertigo that cannot be explained.

You are prone to falling into the arms of misfortune:
home should be anywhere but the hospital bed you are trapped in.
This is a misery that cannot be understood.

But you always fight because
it is the only thing you
have ever known to do
and your limbs
are only comfortable when they
are practicing
resilience.

Sincerely Yours,
The Vertiginous Wallflower

Resilience

Dear Sister,

You are resilient.

Sincerely Yours,
The Vertiginous Wallflower

Chilled Amour

Dear Sister,

Your voice is drenched in the drowsiness of anaesthetic-induced slumber, but its sound is still the ultimate comfort. My heart is breaking, again and again, and I’m so very afraid that this is what our lives are going to be: turbulent and unstable, a series of unpredictable complications and procedures from supposed remedies, our parents a worried, anxious, and stressed mess. I’m sure you fear the same.

Here, the weather has become warm; sunlight and a light breeze defined today as perfect. But I didn’t leave the house, you the hospital. See, somewhere far away, there is an endless expanse of frozen ground. She is being gently kissed by the smallest of snowflakes, cradled in the arms of a great, bellowing wind. Somehow, my limbs crave the bitter bite of that cold, tundra air; my soul aches to be pierced by the claws of its chilled amour.

I suppose winter imagery has always suited me well.

Sincerely Yours,

The Vertiginous Wallflower

Sheer Gratitude

Dear Sister,

Does being hospitalised absolve me of the need to honour my commitment of writing the blog post this week? Maybe not, seeing as how you had to one-up me and publish yours even during that hectic Europe trip. So here I am, not ducking out, and instead attempting to ascribe words to the overwhelming feeling of sheer gratitude, aA:

Humans confuse me. Despite spending my entire lifetime as a member of this species, I seem to have very little knowledge about them. I find myself confounded and dumbfounded, and these concerns can hardly be considered unfounded.

Humans are supposed to be self-serving wretched little bags of flesh-and-bone; instead, all I have seen these last few weeks is selflessness.  Why is it that these beautiful little creatures care so much, pouring in their support, until I find myself fortified against despair and weakness?

How is it that they have this crazy capacity to love?

Yours,

The Resilient Virus.