We all know the bright white lights.
Ones of either hope or despair.
Ones you see right before you slip under.
Ones that wake you after.
Ones that mean you're alive.
The lights to the patient mean hope of recovery.
The lights to the family mean uncertainty of death.
The lights to the doctors mean chance,
The chance to win or lose a life.
In that time we see the lights,
Fear, hope, and love.
All are control by the doctor.
Cool, calm, and collected.
Who no longer fears the lights.