She moves through the darkness
Alive yet dead
In sheeted glory she breathes without life
Bleeding without battle, she fights
I wait and wait
I hope
It is a battle I cannot fight
My skills cannot persevere
Though sword and knife
Are easy to my hand
I wait
I trust the skill of another
Who's knife gives life
I hope that she can fight
She is all that I have
I wait
James Jarrett
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-waiting-room-3/
