CCCLXV - Poetry (Part 2)

day 236

This is a sad story.
It's a story of a girl,
Whose childhood was spent
Wandering the halls of
A seemingly abandoned hospital.
The story of how hope
Is as easily given
As it is taken.
One April day,
As the leaves were shaking
With the promise of warm weather
And the buds were beginning to burst,
She glanced at the doctor's notes.
They were just a bunch
Of scribbles to her,
Nonsense words and phrases.
But, they would later
Bring her tears of joy,
For in those scribbles was
The word "free."
Cancer free, to be exact.
Ten years later, when she stood
In a different hospital room,
Half way across the country,
The final leaves on the trees
We're falling and littering
The ground with shades of
Browns and reds and oranges.
Ten years later,
Her mind was bright
And the dashes and charts
On the medical boards
Popped out at her,
Seared into her memory forever.
The words and lines
Were no longer scribbles
And they no longer brought her joy.
This time, the tears came
As violent sobs that racked her body,
Shattered her heart,
And destroyed her soul.