brink of tears

as i read a sister's writings just 10 minutes past,
i was compelled to tears.
i feel very futile, i cannot share in her pain.
i only wish i could. i feel useless.
her beautiful words touch my soul.

if i may quote,

'Somehow I ponder, perhaps the luckiest person in the world would be one whose blessings are entirely stripped away and then returned.'

i only pray that they be returned to her, let her eat, let her drink, let her sleep. please.
your dawn will come, and once again you will be taken away from this darkness.

i'm sending out my prayers,
there's hope beyond the struggle,
you were trying to be so strong,
you've been waiting for so long,
the miricle would never come,
heaven's holding every tear you cry,
just hold on.