All hope was lost
and she was so young
the sun stopped shining
when she was gone.
No one heard her cries
No one heard her pleas.
No one heard any of her painful screams.
And all hope was lost
in the middle of the night
when she decided
to have a first flight.
she spread her wings and stood on a perch.
11 stories up,
she flew like a bird.
And when she landed she went up up up.
God welcomed her with a hug.
And her story to this day is told quite simply…
Cause all hope was lost,
in the middle of the night,
when I decided to take a flight.
I sat on the perch and spread my wings.
Then God decided…
He wasn’t done with me…
4 comments
I love your poems. They are so well written. I hope you don’t take that flight. Keep fighting the good fight and beat the cancer.
thanks ^_^ and don’t worry, i’ve had enough of impending death.
this is so lovely,good job.Stay storong and keep fighting !
^_^ I will…maybe. it depends on what happens