My First Night In ICU

Buried beneath my Darth Vader mask

I call out "is it time?"

"Am I ready to let go?"

Warmth envelopes me, releasing my fear, 

pulling me into a deep, peaceful sleep.

As the sun rises I know,

I still have much to do.

I am healing every day

My body, weak, will regenerate.

It's what it's born to do.