It is midnight
She tenderly checks
My blankets
A wisp of hair dangling
On her cheek
We are no longer
In danger
But still we flee
We make a nest
Hide and burrow
What is the place
She whispers
ICU I reply
We are determined
Not to stay
All good training
For another night
We will rise
Like a phoenix
Soar above the clouds
One final journey
Where all is free
And real.
Kinda dark in a not too dark way Jae. I liked it… ✌🏼
ReplyDeleteThe tender tucking of blankets, the whispered question, the rising above are beautiful. But I worry. No final journeys yet, my friend. We need you here.
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