The light filters through the window, 

I imagine I'm in a thousand places, 

But here,

Its my imagination that has kept me going through the years, 

I pray the Covid test is negative, 

I pray for help with the cancer, 

I find crumbs of kindness from the nurses 

And I long for foreign shores and better days, 

So many people in trauma in here, 

Crying in the night, 

Screams and shouts,. 

But I know I'm tough enough to live this out, 

My gypsy cards are by my side, 

To get me through this day and night 

Xxxxx