A Brisk Walk

When in an instant

the best of what makes you

is gone.

A brisk walk

to a hospital room.

The unfamiliar faces

that greet you.

The pain gripped hopeless

to each chest

in a symposium of falling

and never truly rising again.

The silent truth

in every eye

as the floor cages them,

locked in

and flailing

with incompetence.

The storm crashing

in your heart,

with thunderous longing

pressed forever

between those four walls.

A brisk walk

to another hospital room.

The body whose soul

you cannot return

because it is not yours

to inherit or release.

The burden you carry

like a terminal illness

until your fate

follows her

into that goodnight.
©2016 Jessica Stephenson All Rights Reserved

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