Sickening

The big blue 'H'
on the side of the tall
and wide, maze of a building
is warning enough
that when you step in
you feel at ill-ease.
The stench of death, disease
and stale urine lingers
under the odor of anti-septic
that matches the white walls.
All hope seems lost here:
with all the sick
and the suffering;
the nurses and needles.
But I remember that this
was the very place that I came
screaming into the world.
It is the place where so
many die but so many are also born.