You Were Lucky Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The doctor said, 'You were lucky this time.'
A gentle word, a whisper in the clime
Of fear that lingers, a shadow on the soul.
Heartbeats faltered, taking their heavy toll.

Strokes that flickered, then retreated slow,
Leaving whispers where a stronger self would go.
Pills for morning, pills for afternoon,
A daily chorus, beneath the fading moon.

And often, silence,
Just the ticking clock.
Or hours stretched out,
on a solitary rock.
'Partly' living, a fragile, careful art,
When every breath can
feel a world apart.

Folks think they'll mend, they'll find the way it seems,
When life unravels, in broken, hurried dreams.
But time's a river flowing swift and deep,
And secrets of tomorrow, it does quietly still keep.

My days, I feel, are written in the dust,
A numbered tally, met with quiet trust.
If my own hour calls, let it softly cease,
A gentle fading, bringing perfect humble peace.

To sleep and slumber, to drift beyond the pain,
That is my simple wish, again and yet again.
But no one knows the day, the when, or the how,
When our last chapter ends, if it's later or just now.

When we're done, then we're done, no more to understand,
Just dust and memory, dug down in nature's hand.