from the depths of acceptance
the cry of love liberates
sets free and overcomes the world

Your shoulders look so heavy
as you carry them back upstairs
and even your feet are tired
as you trudge one. step. at a time.
You say to call you only
if three or four minutes pass
and there is no respite.
I understand, you know. Everyone
needs to rest sometime
and now is your turn.
I will always admire the stoic way
you face rigid limbs
and bleeding mouths, the way you
can remain calm
as bedsprings and bodies shake as one
the acceptance of life as you
have come to know it. Yes,
I admire, eternally unable to emulate. You
know what to do. I, on
the other clenched hand,
am constantly terrified. Please
don't leave me on guard-
I will never be ready to face the monster
eating my little sister from within.

"There is no saving him,"*
the doctor mumbled as he cleaned his glasses,
I could almost see him choosing
what he would have for his lunch
as he glanced eagerly at his watch,
watching the seconds tick as my response delayed
him from his freedom.

Seconds that ticked
as he passed away,
taking most of me with him.

His voice whispered he believed in me
and in that moment
I hid my secrets in his soul