At the outset it feels like a sting

where the needle is slowly piercing the flesh.

With time it gets attached to our skin

and slowly helps blood to drip,

when to bandage is circumstantial.

Later, we allow it to stay

where it remains extruded for others to see.

and tells the gazer of our triumphs,

Let it be, let it be.

One day we again get back up

and mould our muscles to set our minds free.

The needle fails to pierce further,

the once punctured muscle is now resilient

and pushes the needle out of our body.

The drop is completely silent.

All that remains is one tiny hole

on the body of someone who is now whole.

Needles remind us that we are alive.