She ran through the misty night.
She ran with her furry companions.
The door to her euphoric dreamland awaits her beyond the clouded forest.
She finally could be set free from her fears, pain, tears, loneliness and sickness.
Her memories hurt with every painful breath, as she started getting closer
to the end where the air was fresh.
She knew this would be the last time she would see her again, for a long time.
It saddened her that she was leaving her all alone in this painful world.
The only thing that made her smile for her is that they’ll see each other one day.
On the horizon she could see the dazzling sunset.
There was stepping stones leading her to the floral arch.
There was a slight aroma of lavender and roses in the air.
It became more darker but she could still see that light
coming from beyond the horizon.
It was now a tad gloomy because the light was slowly moving away from her view.
She saw fireflies fly on the path to guide her, so she began to walk.
She loved fireflies, she thought mesmerized in this enchanting environment.
Her patient gown turned into a white florescent dress.
She reached her destination.
The gate way in the big blue leafed willow tree was glowing.
Birds in white, black and blue colors bestowed upon her a flower crown.
The flowers we’re unique in no other flower crown she’s ever seen.
They we’re blue roses, Black Baccara Rose leaves, white lilies,
forget-me-nots and cherry blossoms.
She saw a box drop into her cold fragile hands.
She opened it. It was a candle with a pumpkin spice scent.
Before she stepped foot into the place that she’ll be finally
set free from reality and its harsh laws and ways,
she whispered “Goodbye…”
(a couple of minutes later)
The doctor came out of the room she was held in.
Hopefully its good news I know it was bad since she was coughing out blood but
hopefully its curable.
The doctor walked silently to me and then said “I’m sorry for your loss.”
I was at the funeral; her coffin was made out of cherry oak wood with a wolf picture carved into the coffin as a design.
Wolves we’re her favourite animal.
Everyone had left except me and the place she was buried in was a make shift temple like thing.
It was made out of cobble with a water fall one the right and left side of the structure.
I gazed over at the woods it was pretty late at night, so it was hard to see.
Then I looked closer at the woods because something caught my eye.
It was a wolf surrounded by fireflies and Forget-me-nots.
I smiled and spread the Black Baccara Rose leaves on the water covering her coffin.
I left and smiled at the full moon through the car window as my brother was driving…
I whispered to myself “Congrats, you escaped…”
Poem and image by Zoe Sophia Nikolic, 11 years old
March 2020, Vancouver, Canada