Slight calm

It's been a tough 6 days, the constant worry, the waiting, the anticipation and the fear. It's all taken a toll but I pulled her through it. I am exhausted, mentally and physically. Over the course of these 6 days, I have seen the true face of several people and been reacquainted with the panic and emotional instability of many others.

I know this is not a full recovery and I know the inevitable is not ages away but I will not give up on doing what I can to help her. It's the very least I can do.

Yearning to be again

The hand that held your hand to help you cross the street....you now feel it weak, cold, wrinkled, bruised.

The arm that held you tight when you were scared ....you now feel it weakened, drained, pale, fragile.

The face that smiled at you whenever you looked at it.....you see it covered in masks, tubes, paled.

You stand strong and take decisions that must be taken because only you can....only you should. You comfort everyone else, you maintain composure.

But when everyone leaves and you're on your own, it's so hard to not break down and yearn to be that kid in those arms again.