The doctors spoke
In an alien language
That I tried to follow on
I am the only kid in the room.
It choked me when I tried to speak it
And summoned torrents of tears
The prickly aura that encased him
Suffocated me with fear
I've done my research.
Recovery rates? High.
Treatments available? Loads.
Financial support? Plenty.
But worry is still there.
It never went away.
Sometimes it slumbered within
But it would always return
In an never ending nightmare
Washing your mind numb
Cleansing your mind blank
I tried to reach for him
But he was so distant, so pale
He wasn't him anymore.
I had to be the good girl
That he loved
I had to be the good girl
That he would see
Before his final moments
I plaster on a smile Because I know
He would like that
It wasn't just a battle
Between patient and disease
It was a battle
That those in the sidelines
Had to fight
That those too young to witness
Had to survive
We may not suffer the most
But we are still in pain
And would that pain go away?
Would those shadows leave my heart?
by dolce_owl