Point of View
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The hillside out this window is combed in stripes of healthy green
Bulbous purple cherry trees dot the quiet road below
A single white magnolia lays in full sun perched on a nearby branch
Amongst tips of cyprus, red, white and blue wave conspicuously
Strangely vibrant and surreal resting silent behind glass
While moans of medicated pain vibrate this sterile room
I wish I could pull the vitality from the landscape
Pour it into your iv drip, return you to your youth
But even this impressive view has its season
"I think I'm done," you tell me gently, I quickly look away
I dig my nails into my flesh trying to stop a sob
"Is everyone ready to let me go?"
I so want to say something wise and comforting
The words come into my mind but I can not speak them
A kiss upon your tender head is all I can muster
I want to tell you that I'll be ok
That I'm as brave as you believe me to be
Instead I stare at the vineyards gritting my teeth
Willing them to impart their strength
I change my gaze and see past this little green valley
There are layers of mountain ranges slowly revealing themselves
The thinning fog reminds me
There exists so much more than we can see