Trying To Figure It Out

No straight roads here; They all come with hiccups, bumps, blips and detours I did, though, manage 44 weeks/22 treatments In a row. Not bad. It was my turn again; A mess is the middle of me, Full of 'atypical' surprises. I keep them guessing and investigating, Trying to figure it out Here on this ward Of so many and so sick Parchment-skinned and too-thin friends, They too, Trying to figure it out, All on their own crooked, not straight roads They inspire and challenge me, Teaching me lessons, Sometimes with words. Every single one Trying to figure it out.