The bruise was an omen,
When a blood sample was taken.
The results would be depressing,
To say the least.
My iron level was low,
Really low.
Iron tablets,
A curse
As well as a cure,
Weren’t an option
VENOFER
In an I.V.
Lucky me,
As I begin to understand normalcy,
An I.V. will deflate and humble me.
But I will move,
Rather than become immobilized,
Because I am a worker, an accomplisher. A doer.
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