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An Angel's Song

March 27, 2014
By Taylor Allgood BRONZE, Ashtabula, Ohio
Taylor Allgood BRONZE, Ashtabula, Ohio
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I kept going in and out of consciousness,
My eyes were blurred,
I couldn't see a thing,
I saw the outline of a figure next to me,
I assumed it was my mother,
She grasped my hand,
I winced,
She got the message and let go,
I felt the cannula in my nose pumping oxygen,
I was too weak to breathe on my own,
Sniffles escaped from my mother,
She had been crying,
The air around me was cold on my bald head,
I have been strong for too long, I thought,
My time is near,
I felt my mother lean close to me,
A shadow formed over my face,
She gently brushed my head with her hand,
As she got closer, she planted a kiss on my forehead,
She leaned over and whispered in my ear,
It's okay to let go,

That's all I needed to hear,
I closed my eyes,
Took a deep breath,

And let go,

Relief filled my body as I crossed over,
Angels, of all sizes, ethnicities, skin colors were waiting for me on the other side,
They sang a song,
A song new but familiar at the same time,
An Angel's song,
Suddenly, I felt at home,
My soul became a bird,
Lifted from all the pain and suffering,

I began to sing along.


The author's comments:
What inspired me to write this piece was fear. My fear, actually. A fear of oblivion, being forgotten. I felt the need to make a poem about a patient with Cancer, because I'm trying to get a message across. You don't need to live an extraordinary life to be remembered in future life. Cancer patients are heroes just as much as the next person. People with Cancer need to be remembered, too. The more we remember and acknowledge those with illness, the more we can grow as one world together, in unity.

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