Old Lady — Freedom

I am an old lady.
I wonder if I will survive the next few nights.
I hear people coughing and snoring.
I see lit-up rooms with nurses and doctors coming in and out.
I want to go home.
I am an old lady.
I pretend to smile when they walk in.
I feel very sad.
I swallow something round and smooth to help me survive.
I worry if I will ever see my grandkids.
I cry when the paramedics come to my room.
I am an old lady.
I understand I will die very soon.
I say to myself, God, please help me.
I dream that I will go home and die there.
I try to yell, but my voice is slowly fading.
I hope for my life to be over.
I am an old lady.