The Letters...

I wake my eyes to see a blinding light

So bright above my bruised and barren face

Blank stares surround my cold broken body

This isnt home, Im feeling out of place

They take a knife and peel my body open

Its pain to see the hurt upon their lips

I feel them reach past my pulsing lungs

Red warmth runs down to meet their fingertips

I smell the rubber hear the sound of snapping

Gloves on and they are ready for me now

And then I see my heart being pulled from me

I see the nurse step backward take a bow

The doctor appears and reaches his hands in

He pulls out something I could not believe

A paper writ in black pen by some loved ones

Telling me to find joy never to grieve

He puts one down just to pull out another

One from a past life that I once knew

Such hatred that grew when I was younger

Drenched in blood as he lays it down too

Yet, there is the next, which he pulls out so slowly

Past my beating arteries and vein

This one is not soaked in my lifes sorrow

Not caused by past regret or current pain

This speaks of grace and a great healing from it

And makes souls in the white room sit and cry

Because of perfect life replaced with death

Signed in gold ink, and it is all mine

The letters that once burned inside my chest

Now laid aside for all the world to see

What one can have by just one solemn letter

That one, he lays gently inside of me

He places the muscle carefully atop it

And stitches the scaly blanket of my skin

Leaving the room, I know theyre changed by something

Their own hearts are realizing their sin

I close my eyes, dark, shares my loneliness

Drown out the sound of a monitor or last beat

I escape this world, slowly but surely

I see that blinding light where He and I shall meet