Being in darkened shadows for many days and weeks, no sunlight emanating from within.
Not trying to hold on anymore, seeing your brown eyes, pleading with me to get well and come home.
It wasn't in me to keep on going, yet, with plentiful prayers all over the world, slowly I got better and rose from the stupor of narcotics, from surgery.
Finally seeing a little pinpoint of life down the long tunnel of darkness, leading me to life again with you, my love.
A temporary reprieve from death for now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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