Reach Out

In my darkest hour,

I felt my pulse grow weak,

My heartbeat slower,

I was dying,

My eyes fell and my face into the seat,

The room became darker,

Everything a blur,

I lifted myself up slightly,

Moved no further,

I saw you standing in the room,

A ghost that has been waiting,

I cried a tear and several fell,

I reached out with my hand for you,

And yet you didn’t do the same,

I wasn’t ready to die yet

—-

It’s an interesting experience nearly dying. I don’t think I’m traumatized by it, more so enlightened. I’ve never felt so alive since then. Appreciate everyday more. You don’t always have tomorrow to look forward to.

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