The Choice

I am hanging off a ledge

With just my fingertips,

My mind is on the edge

Figuring out this blip

With a rush of blood,

I start to remember;

A distant life, a hospital bed

And a deep slumber

A feeling not unlike regret

Creeps up into my heart

Something, I had wanted

Something, I might not get

My hand grows tired 

My mind says "just give up"

But my heart is fired

It wants to keep up

Suddenly the mind fog is lifted

This is a war I realize

Between my heart and my head

Between life and death

And I want to live

I have been hanging for long

Not ready to just leave,

Earning to go where I belong

And then a little girl appears

She extends her hand for me

I take it, forgetting my fears

closing my eyes, hoping, to be;

I can hear voices now

So I open my eyelids a little

The walls are as white as snow;

I am back, to being, at the hospital.