Megan’s Poem

A place where many try to cope,

The place where I’ve been close to death,

Decorated with butterflies, rainbows, sunshine, and hope,

Lies a room and bed where someone may take their last breath.

They boast the miracles, the triumphs and the good days,

But what they fail to display is the heartache and the unexplained.

This hospital saved me but the journey is like a maze,

Far from over and my body clearly drained.

The machines, the wires, the needles, the pain,

The optimistic smiles that they believe keep you sane,

Make it easy to question, is this worth it just to promise another day?

The smell of sterilizer, the beep of your heart rate, and the occasional vital checks that could pose another mistake.

This place dear to my heart that causes so much fear,

Will forever be a place where children must fight and try to persevere.