Folded origami
Paper cranes
Delicately fluttering
Count of 1000
Healing comes
When reached

Radioactive
From the womb
Worldly Wars
Caused quite
A predicament

Throwing off
Your own weakness
Running free
For the time being

Growing painfully
Quiet
Bones frail
The sickness doesn’t fail

Made a friend
Within hospitals walls
He fell first

Count
The folded birds
So close
but
To weak to fold the paper

Last days
Time left frays
Fade away
Reach a peace
Of mind
Slip into
Your mind
One
Final time