a hospital.

i used to dread the sound of

the clanging of the door;

death has forever changed me.

now i must listen for

the footsteps of the doctors

as they move to and fro.

i used to love the silence

before it scared me so.

is there death in silence,

or the other way around?

for between noise and quiet, 

i think i'd choose the sound.

the ambulances blaring

tell me that i'm still here.

perhaps i chose to live, not die, 

at least one time this year.