Ending... Poem by Kenzie Lynn

I am balancing.
Between life and death.
In my left palm lies a deep red rose.
I hold it close to my heart.
So close I can almost feel its deep red warmth...
For all the stories as yet untold,
That lie in each tightly curled petal...
It is life, but not my life- it's your's.
My life, my story is in my other hand.
And when I turn to look, the lines of my palm stare up at me.
It's empty - or is it?
I take another step...
... and I find it is full of the unknown.

For one long moment I balance,
Face up to the warm air, untill I know,
And then I take a step... on my own...
... and at long last, I feel my body in it's hospital bed take a breath.
A final breath, full of sweet, sweet air -
Full of holes and ragged struggle.
And I let myself begin to fall.
Every story has an ending...