Cancer

• Laura Barbagallo, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2014

My star sign, that is what I am dying of
Everyday I wish I could go back and change my past
Maybe then I wouldn't have been all alone
Staring at four, blank white walls
Maybe it would've been different,
Maybe it wouldn't have been the same,
But the world doesn't work like that
I wish it did
My heartbeats slowly on the heart monitor
I know this is my last day
I have never noticed the beauty of the world
Until my last moments
It's too bad I can't go to university,
Get that dream job I had always wanted
What will happen to me now,
To a place better or worse
So, as I take my last breaths,
I think to my self,
Maybe it was always meant to be this way,
Unfortunately
I look around one last time,
Take everything in,
And then, then I let go,
I let go of the world
My last thought is,
I'm coming for you,
Mummy and Daddy,
In the stars,
I'm coming.