Being There In The End
Experiencing release when someone no longer suffers.
My heart
prompted my presence.
Intuition guided me
toward a friend
in need of another spirit.
I entered an otherwordly realm
of serenity.
Hospice.
An ethereal
sense of calm
in the aura of imminent death
came over me.
A soft-spoken gentleness
saturated the environment.
My friend’s partner
was fading quickly.
No time left, but to linger
until the end.
His fight was heart-wrenching
and there was little
left to give.
Labored, raspy breaths
indicated how hard
he fought the desire to live
or to be released.
We continued to talk
outside his room.
Listening for sounds of life