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Your Wish is Granted
I saw a familiar woman in a white gown with angelic sleeves.
She said, “Come see me after everyone leaves.”
I went over to her and she softly grabbed my hand.
She says, “Follow me. This is something that we have already planned.”
She lead me to the beach and we both stood in front of the water.
She extended her arms, looked up to the heavens and again told me to follow her.
I pulled my hand away and said, “I am not coming with you. You have no right!”
She softly said, “Remember what you wished for the other night?
I am here to rescue you from yourself.
I am granting your final wish of death.”
I started to remember and then I cried.
I yelled out to her, “How could you come now after all the times that I have already tried?”
She replied, “You weren’t ready so I gave you time to prepare.
Why are you worried about living now? Before, you didn’t even care.”
I pushed her away and began to run.
I looked back to see if she was following me but didn’t see anyone.
I made it home and locked the door.
I was so afraid that with myself I started to implore.
To take the thought of death out of my mind.
And the will to live is something that I am going to find.
This is a secret that I will always keep.
Since I was exhausted, I drifted off to sleep.
When I awoke, I found that I never left the beach.
The woman was still standing next to me and for my life I began to beseech.
She calmly grabbed my hand again and with each step into the water I felt the sand give away.
I realized that it was useless to fight so I didn’t have another word to say.
The woman turned and looked at me and said, “Take your final breath.
Because you have been granted your final wish of death.”