Outside, there is snow
Falling from the dark sky.
It is hard to see
But if I look hard I can make out the tiny flakes.
I want to play in it
Or just stand in the whirlwind of snow.
They won’t let me out.
I am not aloud to go.
There is something in me.
Momma calls it a sickness,
The Preacher calls it the Devil,
And the doctors call it cancer.
This hospital is choking me,
I need to get away.
I see the other kids playing
So why can’t I play?
Daddy is always crying
I never know why.
I guess its okay that I can see it,
Even if I can’t go outside.
I know I really want to,
But maybe I’ll be okay.