The Wait
She lay there,
alone...
Tho the room was warm,
and dimly lit,
the silence chilled her....
Voices were heard
on the other side of the closed doors...
Knowing
they were talking about her,
she stared at the monitor...
a picture only they understood..
grey areas,
black circles...
numbers and arrows...
With each beat of her heart,
the seconds crept by...
She battled the fear
that threatened with each breath...
and waited...
Thoughts whirling,
eyes stinging from unshed tears...
she waited....
waited....
Tara Mullin-Lowney
(c) 2005