I want to go home and rest

But that is a dream for me

No rest in a place of test

Swatted around like a flea

Told I'm no more than a pest

What I need is to be free

But freedom comes with a price

Hunger is now my best friend

Before my world turns to ice

Travel south for warming trend

My options feel like a vise

Will life's horror never end?

And then one day I awoke

In a warm and cozy bed

Everywhere hospital folk

And sharp pain pounds in my head

My words come out in a croak

"Lucky to be here," they said

My life took a turn that day

Kind folks were eager to serve

First steps to make life less gray

Helped me hold my inner nerve

I no longer flee like prey

Have plans and I will not swerve!

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