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A/N: Told in Ann's POV. Please review and enjoy.
Feeling utterly lost as the words sink in,
I wonder what it's like to be him,
To tell someone they're not going to live,
To tell them their life has no real chance to begin.
To be unable to look someone in the eye,
As you tell them they are going to die,
And expect them to cry, and pray for some way
To make it through just one more day.
And as I sit, I start to feel weak,
As the words cause my composure to leak
From my body and through my toes,
And I decide that no one must know.
No one can know how I feel,
Because maybe that will make the whole thing less real,
Then it is now, in this sterile, empty room,
Listening to the doctor prophesize my doom.
How am I supposed to go on,
When my life as I know it will soon be gone?
Wondering just how my life will be
Without me,
And what will it feel like to finally go,
To not be able to see or feel or know
What my daughters are thinking as they play,
Enjoying the sunshine of the day.
Will it be black, will it hurt, will I feel anything at all?
Will it be nothing but a final free-fall?
And what of all the things I haven't done?
The years that haven't gone by, missing out on the fun
That should be mine and come with the life
That I lead, being a perfect mother and loving wife.
I almost speak but remain silent,
Listening, still and compliant,
Because I know it will be impossible for anyone to understand it all,
How it feels to be on a free-fall.
