let her soul drift away

a little daughter 
in the ICU,

and she stays by her bed
as her skin grays
and her eyes don't shine anymore

because cancer
is an illness that destroys your body
but it also destroys your hope

and without hope,
what are we truly?
are we even really human?

and the mother clutches
her child's hand,
because no matter how old she is,

this girl is a child in the eyes of her mother,
and a parent should never
have to bury her kid's body.

but she stays at her bedside
until the girl is weak
and so clearly dying,

and at the very last moment,
a raspy voice pushes a last sentence
through cracked lips:

I'm scared to go."

The End

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