When the Night falls | A collective of poems

It only took two weeks

Two days before I would be discharged, 

they took me outside for the first time in two weeks.

 It was about time, I was sick of the lonely room 

           and just me, 

       the nurse, 

                   my mom 

and the orange walls. 

        But there was a fence that was separating me 

and the outside world and from all those people out there. 

It felt like I was trapped,

             like I would never get through these troubles from my illness. 

I laid my forehead against the gate and thought. 

          How many sorry's would it take for my family back home who must be worried sick about me, 

                who have been doing the dishes all day without having time to do their work, 

to forgive me for causing them so much trouble? 

And as I gazed at some children shouldering backpacks, 

          I wondered how my friends were doing, 

                  how they probably were laughing without me, 

                           how much I was missing. 

I suddenly looked beside me, 

and saw a young kid come out to take a walk, 

        an IV connected to them. 

We were ten feet apart and as I looked at her, 

       I wondered if she wished she was different too, 

            if she wondered if she was even loved by God to deserve all this.

 And as I turned around once before leaving, 

           I thought I saw something like longing in her eyes.

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FOOTNOTES

This is something that I felt from what happened to me a few weeks ago~

12.18.21