The Fighter

As beams through blinds half-open softly play on mottled skin, and helpless, she depends on doctors and on nurses, none allay her growing agony that never ends. Her dread is looming larger. She can’t rest! She clings to life and ponders soberly the reasons for and answers to this test. There has to be some recourse she can’t see beyond what they’ve endeavored yet to do! What lesson has she not already learned with all the many hardships she’s gone through? She prays to have this last page left unturned, but then that page is lifted, for that night a breeze blows in - Her soul to God takes flight.