written by Joy 24 Nov. 2007
Surrounded by the pushing crowds,
She takes a seat in the waiting room.
The noise overwhelms, it is too loud.
All she feels is doom.
She wants to scream, but does not have a voice.
She has a voice, but the world is deafened.
A choice.
Her legs don’t give her the strength to stand,
Her face is to the ground.
too many demands,
Numbness surrounds.
Tug of war,
Light and dark,
one door.
A lifetime to embark.
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