Death has finally come

An old woman, who's life has not treated her well, dies in a hospital bed. Death, in a sense, has rescued her.

Laying in this room full of silence and grief, my body becomes weightless.

The blinding lights in the sky tell me that the end has finally come.

As they pull the sheet over my face, memories of sorrow and pain flash before me.

The cutest feline in the world could not have thawed my frozen heart.

But when the memories finally pass, I can feel my spirit awaken.

My brittle bones soar into the sky.

My lips curve into a smile reserved for sunny days and butterflies.

Now that death has taken me, I can finally live again

Author's Note

This poem was written for a project in my creative writing class. let me know what you think!