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coming to, at nowhere
location still unknown
tired, lost and so confused
I sense I’m not alone

lays next to me, a soul
hurting, looking dead
tired, though no sleep
waking her instead

eyes open and with fear
spreads across her face
plain to see, she’s terrified,
wants to leave this place

synching her up slowly,
crawling to her knees
I offer, “Let’s find help”
staring, she agrees

asking if she’s hurt
“not bad”, I say but lie
worried should we stop
that possibly she’d die

bleeding, weak and tired
I have to lay back down
I tell myself, “you can’t!”,
not until she’s found

“You okay?” she questions,
her perplexing worry
I nod yes. the sun sets
and usher her to hurry

I find there is a landing
familiar so, in sight
at this, she grabs my hand
the last leg of our fight

why’s she yelling help?
to rescue, as she waved
I realize only than, it’s me
needing to be saved

quickly, aide, it finds us
I fall back to the ground
she’s safe and so I smile
but me, they all surround

kneeling down so sweetly
she whispers, “it’s alright”
still, she clutches on,
my fingers loving/ tight

so focused on her pain
and helping her survive
pushed myself to safety
while keeping me alive

the fatal help the wounded,
even through their lying,
for only injured know
how to save the dying

those broken, accept nothing
but her, I owe this poem
as it was written only
because I made it home