I was told she would be fine,
but I watched her fight for life.
Life pushes you until you break to see if you can put yourself back together; but what happens when you can’t??
Life, for some, is lived as a secret; to some, told as a lie.
It astounds me with a sudden feeling of wonder,
how death strikes without warning.
It snatches wherever and whenever it can; from all ages.
Death, to some, is intriguing; to some, their worst fear.
It was her worst fear; I could tell from the way she fought to keep the life in her.
It was her worst fear, yet she lingered till her heart got drenched to stop throbbing.
Life and Death are gifts.
One gives and one takes away.
She lay on the bed, tucked in as if it mattered.
There was no greyness, only a lack of the usual warmth in her halo.