In the past I’ve written rhyme
to capture all the grime and slime,
and every horrid little thing
that torrid stomas just might bring.
But here I want to turn the tide
and open up my mind real-wide
to the beauty of this state
of becoming an ostomate.
The first thing that I want to say
is that my stoma’s here to stay,
so, I’d no option but to trust
that I’d eventually adjust.
When, at first, I took a look,
that was when my whole life shook,
but very soon it dawned on me
that my stoma would set me free.
I feel it might be pertinent
to say I’d been incontinent,
and so my life was difficult
and I had been quite diffident.
But the beauty of the change
was that my life would rearrange,
and it is no coincidence
that I had more self-confidence.
I could do things in my life
without the trouble and the strife
which had bothered me a lot
with all the trouble that I got.
Now I am a few years on
and my past problems all are gone,
I can now manage all my shit
and hardly ever think of it!
B. Withers 2020