This poem won in the 13 years old and younger category of Epilepsy Today's first-ever festive poetry contest: Outside the lines.
My name is Yiannis, I am 13 years old. When I am older I want to become a neonatal doctor and work for Medecins Sans Frontieres in less economically developed countries. I play a lot of sport and sail sometimes. I am a quarter Greek and a little German.
Giving Is Better than receiving
I sit here and watch your body,
lying still and serene and
I am forced to consider what happened.
glowing amber headlamps flash through my mind
illuminating the dark and eerie underpass.
Your face is constricted with worry and fear
as a brilliant bright burning flash suddenly rips through the tunnel.
Your body goes rigid and fear chokes at my throat.
The smell of pure desperation drifts toward my nose
and I stifle a cry.
Another memory clouds my mind.
I remember You and I were walking together.
A single man is coming towards
us talking about things I did not then understand.
Giving. Epilepsy. Love.
A small charity box was produced and
I recall you giving me a couple of pounds to put in.
Then, I did not understand the significance of this but now,
Now I can almost imagine the money that came from your wallet
flowing into your blood and body and saving you.
A doctor walks over to me and tells me that everything will be OK.
And I believe him with all my heart.
As always, giving is better that receiving.