Me And My Ostomy
ME AND MY OSTOMY.
‘Twas not an answered prayer for me
to ‘have’ to have an ‘Ostomy’.
It’s no more easy to adjust
just because something’s a ‘must’.
I could whine and feel quite sad
but now it’s done it’s not so bad.
Bright blood - red as it could be
it’s not unlike a rose to see.
Rose red colour, shape as well
shame it hasn’t got same smell.
Bulbous shapes surround a hole
as if formed by mini-mole.
Shows sensuous femininity
plus protruding masculinity.
There is base beauty to be found.
in this mucus membrane mound.
I appreciate it’s feel when warm
and celebrate its rounded form.
When washing with the water cold
it shrivels like it’s growing old.
Predictably it starts to grow
once warm internal fluids flow.
I must surmise how I might be
without my mighty Ostomy.
Pre–ostomy I had much pain
that I would not want back again.
Pre-ostomy as I recall
I hardly had a life at all.
From all that painful past I’m free
now my stoma’s part of me.
Bill Withers 2011