WITHERING HOPE, WILTING SPIRIT

One afternoon I went to the hospital to visit a friend who’s been confined there. When I got in her room I saw her asleep. I put the lovely flowers on the table just some inches away from her bed. From my chair, I couldn’t help watching the pale face of my friend. It’s been weeks since I saw her radiant smile. I started missing her glowing face and her extraordinary energy. I stood up and came nearer to her. I stroke her disheveled hair and brushed it behind her ear. I knew how she badly desired to live longer. But, when a fatal disease struck her, it’s like a raging fire. It robbed all her dreams. When it began winning over her weak soul, her flesh shuddered convulsively. Her refulgent eyes turned foggy. The excruciating pain depleted her strength and hammered those fragile bones of vigor. I could see such grim agony torturing my friend. It’s hard to see her hardly battling against the ominous power of such villain sickness. Seeing her getting too tired in her miserable condition was hard………….with my teary eyes, I could feel her withering hope and her wilting spirit…………………