NeuroDivine

A poem expressing the medical treatment I experience.

The morning hums its fragile tune,
the clinic lights grow bright;
on Monday, Wednesday, Friday dawns
I take my steady rite.

The lines connect with practiced care,
the blood begins its round;
a pilgrim held by humming pumps,
yet rooted in this ground.

Twice yearly comes the Dublin trip,
a check that keeps me true;
HIV’s a story in my blood
told clear in every view.

And still I rise, an Irish man
with rain upon my skin;
a husband waiting back at home,
two cats who curl me in.

My pen becomes a lantern flame
that will not fade or fall;
I write the truth my body knows,
and answer every call.

The hours pass like whispered prayers
that only God can hear;
the beeping of dialysis
becomes a psalm of care.

So keep me, Love, through weary nights
and greet me with the dawn;
for every breath is hard‑won grace,
and still I journey on.

Text copyright 2026 Michael McFarland Campbell.