Beneath the surface, calm I try to feign, A steady heartbeat, but a tremor in my vein. The looming surgery, a shadow in my mind, Where hope and fear in constant battle bind.
Will anesthesia hold, will I wake anew? A million questions whispered, tinged with blue. The scalpel’s kiss, a territory unknown, A map of vulnerability, flesh and bone.
But in the hush, a strength begins to rise, A quiet courage in my tear-filled eyes. For life’s a battlefield, and battles must be fought, This surgery’s a war, and I will be caught
Within the tide, but hope remains a buoy. For healing hands will mend, and love will deploy Its gentle warriors to chase away the fright. I’ll face the dawn, emerge into the light.
