Alive

I open my eyes and cannot see,
though feeling a body near.
Is it me?

Flashes of lights above me high,
the smell of death lingers by.

White room filled with calm and stillness,
warm and peaceful though quiet chillness.

For a moment feeling united and free,
this time I see a figure.
Again, is it me?

Unable to sense fear and sorrow,
dying to reach a hand to borrow.

I cannot run fast enough, fly nor shout,
confused what this feeling is all about.

Closing my eyes to blink once more,
only a second went by of beyond the door.

Amongst mankind, I am alive still living,
this time entirely, loving and forgiving.