Laying on my mom's bed
With her as she
Chatted via skype with
A "gifted healer"
Family member
Anything to get me up
The illness making me
Immobile even more then
I was
Suddenly
I stopped breathing
Voices starts to sound
Like buzzing
Eyes glazed over
How long passed in that world?
Milliseconds
Seconds
Minutes
Who was counting?
Cousin got frightened
As my face went sheet white
Mom slapped my cheeks
Calling my name
I heard
Felt
None of it
I wasn't there
Yet I was
Felt my soul
Start to leave my body
And I wanted it too
I wanted to go so badly
Tired of this mortal coil
That reduced me to a mere shell
Of my former self
Nothing valuable to come of it
But then there was a halt
As if the heavens above
Were playing a soccer match
And someone called a time out
It was
Not my time
They said
My angels appeared
No I couldn't come
My soul rushed back
Cemented into place
And I drew in a deep breath
As I started to cry
I was back inside my body
For what purpose?
Why wasn't I allowed to leave
This ill-ridden vessel?
Declaring war meant fighting
So hard that you break
So why wasn't it my time?
I found all of that out
The next day
***Continue on to Rebirth (book 4)***
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ME Survivor (Book 3)
Poetry17 million people around the world suffer from Myalgic Encephalomyelitis or ME and it is incurable and untreatable. The disease is called ME but Chronic Fatigue Syndrome or CFS is the name the CDC gave it. Doctors for the most part think that it is...
