It started slow and soft.
No pain, still a smile on her face
"It isn't that hard" she coughed.
Because there were no other ways...
Her eyes closed and she thought
about the ones she loved and cared for;
about the fearless fights she had fought
and how she never asked for more.
But they closed the doors on her
right on the day she got weaker.
Disappointment loved expectations,
that one thing she knew by heart.
Stupidity and determination,
those two never break apart.
So, alone she lies on her bed tonight
with a pen, a note, an apparition of fears,
wide opened eyes, gritted teeth and fist clenched tight...
All debts paid...through birth of a lament to tears.