Once
Someone told me
She did not feel
Alive.
I couldn't understand.
Didn't she feel
Her heart
Frantically pumping
Fighting to keep her
Moving?
Her lungs
Trying to fill with air?
And her blood
Desperately driving itself
Through her body
Delivering life-giving oxygen.
Couldn't she feel
The life that coursed through her?
The precious life
So sparingly given
And so easily taken.