A Survivor Is She

She's living to hope but praying to die,
Her heart is simple, but there's something there,
In her heart boy does it rain, and it makes her cry,
Consumed by doctors, who are monsters in her world, surrounded by
IV's and needle sticks make her toes curl,
She lost her teeth at an early age; rage, isn't she beautiful?
What does the mirror say about her?
Does it tell her to leave and come back, or does it give her aknowledgement that she's still alive?
What do people say when they leave her? Or does their countenance say a lot?
Do the children remember her, is her face painted deeply in their memory?
God bless the children; their Mother's not home,
She lives in the white room, living to hope but praying to die,
Why do the innocent suffer? Do they suffer to survive?
Survival is for the brave, and the brave truly thrive,
She told me that the unit does not visit her, so she's all alone,
Poetry keeps her company, the world of words make her belong,
They make her true, true to exist, makes her blood flow, gets rid of the blues,
Seeing her I see no illness, because I see people for who they are, not what took over,
You were born sick, because you were brought here to survive,
It's a lesson for humanity, so humanity can thrive,
What do these words mean, what am I writing down?
I'm writing her story, because her story I found,
No one else would tell it, but that don't make me any better,
It just means that I have a relationship with them,
to write this two page letter,
When you open your eyes, what do you see?
Do you see pain, or do you see beauty?
How are you feelin'? Is it the physical pain that's got you?
The surrealistic knives that's got you feelin' blue?
What is it, tell me so I can hold you,
Does it tell you that you can't be happy, happy enough to feel hope?
Don't listen to that, it's only a feeling, something you feel to notice,
but also something you forget to understand the other,
What matters most? Because your opinion matters,
Does he tell you you're beautiful; does he say it enough?
If he does, then why don't you believe it; that's tough,
I want you to remember something, and don't ever forget,
Live to hope, but don't pray to die,
Death does not have an open door for you, He says she's too strong right now,
a survivor, with a mission to do,
She was brought here to survive, and her lesson makes humanity thrive,
It's a lesson that I pay tribute to,
She's in the hospital over and over again, but
she's in there to make you notice; that's the lesson for you,
God knew that only she could do it, someone else would have gave up,
But that's their loss, their loss of luck,
Can you do it again? Go in another time, Time is a reminder,
telling you that you did it many a visit, that gave me a confirmation,
that you'll be fine.