The Choice
The Choice


I am hanging off a ledge
With just my fingertips,
My mind is on the edge
Figuring out this blip
With a rush of blood,
I start to remember;
A distant life, a hospital bed
And a deep slumber
A feeling not unlike regret
Creeps up into my heart
Something, I had wanted
Something, I might not get
My hand grows tired
My mind says "just give up"
But my heart is fired
It wants to keep up
Suddenly the mind fog is lifted
This is a war I realize
Between my heart and my head
Between life and death
And I want to live
I have been hanging for long
Not ready to just leave,
Earning to go where I belong
And then a little girl appears
She extends her hand for me
I take it, forgetting my fears
closing my eyes, hoping, to be;
I can hear voices now
So I open my eyelids a little
The walls are as white as snow;
I am back, to being, at the hospital.