A precious necklace, covering
her neck,
A thorn piercing her heart, again and again,
A pearl covering, her ocean blue eyes,
Her knees touched, the rough ground.
Her white skin, dressed up in red,
Her figures rushed, like a wiper in the rain,
Her sobbing reigned, like an express train,
With a deep breath she said, it's okay, it's okay.
Once again, she heard the beep,
With trembling hands, she reached out to see,
"Mom, I miss you, I'm sorry I was mean",
Her pearls dropped faster; she could not resist.
Running away, from the patients in her ward,
Taking away her mask, soaked in tear drops,
She cried out a loud, "Help me my Lord",
In no time she heard, "Dear Hero, Be Strong".
-Natalya Ludwick-
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