Shades of Healing

After years of adamantly choosing DNR, I never imagined a moment so bizarre, when love and hope would intertwine, rewriting my plan to embrace the lifeline.

I held the pen with a steady hand,
a line to sign, my routine path to a plan,
But whispers of the work I’ve done
threaded strength where I've newly begun.

The weight of ink, a choice so deeply profound,
has always been my safety net - 
a line to the ground.
But healing’s voice, so soft, yet so clear,
Reminded me that I have already fought 
to stay here.

My heart, once tangled up only in fear,
now beats with a little strength, 
a little more near,
And love, along with a trust 
I won't ever unsee,
lives in the eyes that know 
every part of me.

For them, I chose to accept 
the chance to stay, to fight,
to let him decide if it comes down 
to the darkest night.
After deep consideration, I revised my plan,
Now I find myself trying to hold onto hope 
as tight as I can.

If something happens, 
if time stands still,
if breath is shallow, 
or warmth turns chill,
I trust in him, 
in our whispered plans,
and I find 
my peace 
where 
his 
promise 
stands.