The Cancer Chronicles
By Anushka Bhatt
Each strand of hair, a falling leaf,
Hope clings tightly, belief in brief.
The beeping pulse, the chemo drip,
Life balancing on a paper-thin slip.
Yet through the sterile light, I see,
Strength bloom quietly in me.
Nurses pass with quiet care,
Their eyes hold stories they’ll never share.
My reflection fades in hospital glass,
Yet time and courage still seem to pass.
Some days I cry, but most I fight,
Swallowed by dark, I still seek light.
And though my body bends and breaks,
This spirit—this soul—it never shakes.
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