Finally I decided to visit my favourite coffee shop
Looking for a new story, struggling from writer's block.
I saw a stranger across the hall
So still, no movement at all.
Her face buried deep in the books
My eyes awaiting glimpses of her looks.
I took steps towards her, but to my despair
There she was sitting, on a wheelchair.
Poor young lady, in her early thirties
Her eyes seemed to have many stories.
Some untold, some ready to unfold
I listened dumbstruck,
till my coffee turned cold.
A beautiful woman, inside and out
At the age of spring, she was facing drought.
A lot can happen over a cup of coffee
Stranger I was, yet now framing her biography.
She wants to stay alive, through what I write
Giving me a fantastic tale every night.
She is very sick, with enduring pain all over
Says wants to die looking pretty, with a great makeover.
Often now, she starts feeling groggy
A strong soul, fighting in a weak body.
I meet her daily, over a cup of coffee
And I am writing her story very slow,
For I know if it completes soon,
She will lose the strength to keep going,
She will not have desires to live anymore.
Miracles do happen, with her we know they won't
Keeping her cheerful, she calls me her only hope.
Life has a strange way of giving opportunity,
She was the one in search of eternity.
And I was a wanderer on a lonely shore,
She came into my life as a mighty saviour.
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