I look out at the ocean of lights rolling like waves in a never ending current that takes me away to an unforgiving paradise.
My own light was fading; flickering to keep life and stay aglow.
I see a child, lost in the sea. She wales for Her mother while bearing the harsh waves.
Crash after crash she holds Her ears because the noise is too loud.
She cannot hear Her mother’s cry for Her because She alone is the one making the noise.
I watch a police man wandering along the coast, watching the ocean roll away and on wards.
It keeps moving slow but steadily while he stands, watching the waves come and go.
He stands at attention, like ordered to because he protects and serves his country every day.
Little by little.
In his eyes, he is a simple man.
In mine, he it mighty.
I sit in the place I’ve sat since I learned I had a year to live, and I watch the ocean come and go.
Sometimes, I feel like the child- screaming for help, yet my voice is too loud for me to hear when help is being given.
And sometimes, I feel like the police man.
So very little in a vast universe yet I am admired by my strength while I sit here, drinking my coffee, and watching the world pass me by, dying in my skyscraper.