Sailing Fate Away

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


A man decides his fate.

Submitted: July 10, 2018

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The fluorescent lights pierce my fogged vision. When I focus I see the bare smallness of this place, it has no passion, nothing unique. From the effort it takes to move my head, I see a hard fabric chair and a fake wood desk. Alas, it blurs my vision further and rings my ears. I regain my composure just to look back at the bland ceiling. My body, if any, is limp, weak and tired. More than the pain, the surgeries, the sadness, is the constant urge to just close my eyes and fade away. But I won’t let myself, I will not pass here in this small, common room. As I lay, life and news move swiftly around me. The family would enter, cry, and leave. Doctors and surgeons come to predict and bring theory. The Cancer has spread so much, that my voice does not work, nor does anything. The only movement I can do is move my head. I can hear everything that is said though, everything. My oldest son walks in, with a doctor right behind him. They talk about my past, and then the Doctor says “There may be a way..”. My son considers and says, “Anything to bring him back...please.” They walk out of the room and later that day, several men wearing full surgery gear and other suited men gather around me. They smirk and say “This drug is the future, it will allow for miracles to be realized”. They prepare me and I feel a light touch on my arm, the first thing I have felt in almost a week. They then say “Watch and be amazed”. As I begin to fade into a black abyss, I tell myself time after time “Wake back up, wake back up, wake back up.” It felt like seconds and I was able to pry my eyes open slowly, it was very difficult. Everything was trailed. I focused my vision in and made out a very familiar face. I say without control “Son!” The shock of leaning up and talking put a wide smile on his face, and mine. I completely sat up and walked over to him as if nothing was wrong. My body felt younger, and more real. It was amazing, he embraced me and we sat. He told me of life, and of his daughter’s marriage and success. Of the family and how things are now, then his smile faded and he seemed distant. He said, “Dad, I’m not going to lie to you, the drug they gave you, cured you, but only for a short time.” My eyes darkened, and my body felt a chill and I said, “Well. At least I got to talk to you one last time.” He smiled with a tear and embraced me once again. I knew my time was almost up, I began to feel weak and tired. I got up and walked to the window, and looked out at all the life, and space and hope and I said “Son, I cannot pass in the nothingness of this place. I love you. ” I heard him yell “No!”. Then I jumped at the window with all my force and the window went through, the warmth and wind brought a tear to my eye as I sailed through the air to a better fate.



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