Silent_Killer

For Patricia Patton

She had survived
She'd somehow struggled through
Those years in which her silent killer
Stealthly stalked her weakening body.
She'd regained life and done the things
that made her life worth living...
Until it came again.
As sneakliy silent as before,
It crept in stealthily in the night
To seize her body once again
And wake her from her fantasy
To face her living nightmare.
Still she kept on.
Nothing held her back.
She took her chemo with her.
Doctors said "stop working", she would not.
Nothing held her back.
She faced her killer with all the fight she could muster.
We never saw her cry.
She prayed to God and held on to her faith.
More than I could always do in times of strife.
She prayed for a miracle.
She was one.
Is there not one small miracle for such a miracle to grasp?
Some say life is a miracle.
If so, then what is death?
How many times does she ask that of her silent killer.
As it laughs and takes her place?
Why did nothing hold it back?