I would like to take this opportunity to draw a comparison. A comparison between a professional football player, that has the skill to kick a ball up and down a field, one who often exhibits aggression, is vastly overpaid and worshiped. To a fireman, firewoman, surgeon, or nurse. These people save lives nearly everyday, are extremely skilled, and are often underpaid., but are greatly undervalued.
I am sorry the following is a repeat post but it is very relevant to today’s prompt, and as you read, you will realise these people saved my life.

              Spirits

Blue flame, blue flame, that was all I could see, Blue flame, blue flame, enveloping me, blood and pain, blood and pain, like hot acid rain, as I descended to hell never to come back again.

Down a black tunnel I spun and I fell, then a white light appeared could this really be Hell, Then I lie on a bed surrounded by love, this wasn’t Hell,  I’d been lifted above!

 Now I’m not religious, so it couldn’t be true, but how to explain these spirits in grey, white and blue. They tended my wounds, and eased all my fears, I hadn’t felt this peace for hundreds of years.

An elegant black man he danced round the floor, an old friend was there, I’d never met before. a saint and an angel they floated around. What were they? What were they these spirits I’d found?

Day and night,  night and day to my needs they tended, love and care, love and care, their patience never ended.. As the dawn broke on me, as to what I had done, my undying love those nurses had won.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Thanks to these hero’s, I am still here, it could easily have been different. I have grafts to nearly all my right arm, most of my right hand, severe damage to my left hand. and nearly lost an eye. This was back in March, I am now in recovery, and hopefully entertaining and inspiring you with my writings.

All words Meadowhead Bard.