Whispers Of Strength

By Sarah Khan

Somewhere up shit’s creek in a barbed wire canoe,

Looking up at the sky with appealing eyes

Her breaths got faster.

And every breath

Held an immortal learning of the mortal life.

As she bowed to her unanswered prayers,

Like a fish out of water

Her soul shuddered

Of all the scars holding her intact

With the fear of death

A holy path of all living creatures.

In the memories of the bygone past,

The moments of her pride

Hit her hard

With regrets of unfulfilled promises

Those unsaid words were shouting

Into her soul

‘Time flies like a wink’

She confessed.

Beating the cancer with an ample of hopes,

Her struggle was on the run.

Whispering the meaning of life

Of whose presence made her braver

No pain can take its claim on her divine spirit

You don’t sign to luck and know

Not she.

With the falling hairs in chemotherapy

The shooting stars mumbled,

‘Falling can be pretty’

Realized she

That cigar and tobacco and a glass of wine

To pick up, consume and promote

No more.

A healthy routine prevents obesity

But a fast food freak was she

The pain that had been concealed before

Was now awakening others about early diagnosis

Never did her acts haunt her but once,

Her hand rested on mine

That feeling of togetherness

Is never again.

By Sarah Khan