Painless
I lie here in this bed.
I know, regretfully, where I am.
they will be in again soon.
I awoke here, not knowing for sure.
Now weeks of fighting.
I am tired.
I want to go.
I hear familiar voices coaxing and soothing me.
Why I fight, I do not know, but I must.
I struggle every minute, every breath.
I didn't know I was so strong.
Still I fight.
The one with cold hands returns.
She is so gentle.
I like her.
They pull the sheet, roll me, prop me.
I am not comfortable.
I cannot speak.
I hurt so bad.
I hope they know.
As the day goes on,
I see faces before me,
none I know,
all white and effervescent.
I feel at peace, ready to go.
I take my last and slowly exhale.
I lift up, floating free.
I see everyone there.
I am not alone.
I see their tears of grief and feel their relief.
I look one last time, then I turn toward the light,
I feel no more pain.
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