Tomorrow I am back.

Back to the white needle palace.

Back to the place where lives are saved and dreams die.

Back to the place where fear is eaten for breakfast and demons are fought at night.

Back to the place where reality has no colour.

Back to the place where I can’t hide or deny.

I’ll be there 7am ready for the scalpel.  Ready for my next surgery.

Be gentle please.  My words are strong but my mind and body are weak.

Tomorrow I go back.