Operatic Resilience
In the quiet of the sterile room,
A heart beats fast, a soul in gloom.
The surgeon’s hands, steady and sure,
Embark on a journey to find a cure.
A dance of shadows on the walls,
As fear within the silence calls.
The masked faces, eyes so kind,
In the operating theater, solace we find.
A whispered prayer, a hopeful plea,
As the body surrenders, frailty set free.
In the realm where dreams and fears collide,
A symphony of healing, on hope we ride.
The surgeon’s knife, a whispered song,
Navigating pathways, righting wrongs.
A tapestry of pain and hope,
In the hands of skill, we learn to cope.
Scalpel’s grace, a delicate art,
Mending the fragments of a broken heart.
In the crucible of the operating light,
A rebirth emerges from the longest night.
Courage flows through veins like a stream,
In the theater of life, a vivid dream.
Battles fought on the battleground of skin,
A tale of resilience, where victories begin.
Beyond the scars, a narrative unfolds,
Of strength untold, of stories yet untold.
In the embrace of anesthesia’s touch,
A metamorphosis, life’s healing clutch.
As the surgical symphony gently fades,
A phoenix rises from the operating shades.
In the echoes of recovery’s song,
A testament to the resilient, to the strong.
So, in the hush of the recovery’s dawn,
Know you’re not alone, a spirit reborn.
For in the surgery’s tender art,
Lies the resilience of the human heart.
By: Vyomi Shah
