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.