I still remember the hall---. the long white corridor—the constant beeps, phones, chatter from people in a hurry—those screams—god, those horrible screams of pain, of death, of hell— and that doorway—the doorway that led to the reality that I had denied, refused—you lay there. IV’s sticking from your arms—pale, barely breathing, someone that gave me life—that gave my life meaning, now being threatened of her life—of her joys, of herself. you were a nightmare to me. some thing I didn’t want to face—couldn’t face—at so young of an age—12—I was just a baby. still learning about life, death and you. I couldn’t let you go—wouldn’t—I still remember… going to school each and every day. never knowing whether you’d be there when I got home—never showing the tears to my fellow students. they’d have called me different—looked at me in pity, felt sorry for me—then came the day that you came back to me—said that you were better—that you were ok—and I loved you more than ever—for fighting—for not giving up—for being my mom. now the scare has come back for me— threatening my own life. please be there for me… I’m scared.Birth sign: Scorpio
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