A light breeze drifted in
And she awoke once more,
And it was much too bright still.
Sunlight filtered through the open window,
Seemingly warm and comforting,
Still she felt cold, so very cold.
Her father had left hours ago,
Having lost his argument,
Hating her for doing this to him.
Doctors and nurses came and went,
Doing what they needed to,
Doing what they thought was right.
She still couldn't speak,
She couldn't answer them,
So she ignored them instead.
"You're going to be just fine."
"You'll make it through this."
Yet she felt no comfort.
No words made a difference,
No words could she speak,
Not a single word mattered here.
Test after test she went through,
To assure she was really alive,
To assure she would be "okay".
She loathed those tests,
She hated them all so much.
She would never be "okay".
Everything seemed to be "fine",
Even her wounds were healing,
Easing her pain very slightly.
They said she could go home,
They said in a few days,
Time would tell all they needed.
She thought long on this,
Seeing their optimistic faces,
Seemingly pleased with her.
Progress was good, they said.
People like them just didn't get it,
People like her made no progress.
A few days seemed so long,
And she knew it was no good,
And still she longed for death.
