Matt Dobbins

I shared this a while ago, but felt like sharing it again . If you have ever had a loved one who suffered from dementia you might appreciate my poem. 💙

In shadows cast by dimlit walls, I dwell,
A patient, bound by silence’s cruel spell.
Though deemed confused by eyes that meet my gaze,
Inside this fragile frame, a fire still ablaze.

Words fail to dance upon my weary tongue,
Yet thoughts within, like echoes, still are sung.
The world around, a haze I can’t dispel,
But hear my heart, for it shall speak, as well.

In white-coat whispers, they declare me lost,
A puzzle piece discarded, tempest-tossed.
But deep within, my spirit’s flame persists,
Though trapped in limbs that refuse to coexist.

A prisoner, confined within these walls,
I yearn for freedom’s call, beyond these halls.
Acceptance binds my will, like shackles tight,
Yet stubborn hope whispers, “Resist the night.”

For though I’m broken, fragments scattered wide,
I refuse to yield, to let my spirit hide.
Within these silent depths, I’ll find my voice,
To soar beyond the limits fate imposes, by choice.

Let them believe I’m lost in realms unknown,
Yet I’m the captain of this vessel, yet unshown.

Each breath, each heartbeat, speaks of strength of untamed,
A battle fought within, unsung, unnamed.

So, nurses and doctors, hear my plea,
Look beyond these eyes, and truly see.
In this bewildered mind, resilience takes its shape,
A symphony of courage, refusing to escape.

I’m here, an enigma in this sterile place,
A soul obscured, seeking a saving grace.
Let not their doubts become my broken fate,
For I shall persevere and fiercely navigate.

A example of strength, in silence I resound,
Where words may fail, perseverance is found.
In this hospital bed, dreams defy the night,
My spirit aflame, burning with resilient might.