Tacenda

In the depths of those darkest days,

Life and death were but a haze.

She flirted with danger, played it like a game,

But little did she know, it would never be the same.

A friend lost to reckless ways,

The last fight that still haunts her, a debt she can never repay.

As the world seemed normal, another tragedy occurred, a stranger's final breath.

Her life extinguished while she held on to its thread.

With a fractured foot and pressed lung, visible pain endured,

But a loved one's battle with cancer was so much more.

She fought beside them, but victory they couldn't attain,

And the weight of his loss left her drowning within.

Then illness struck, triggered by lung compression,

Years of treatment, a long and painful row.

As she emerged from the depths, depression took hold,

An invisible battle, a story left untold.

But as she learned to navigate life's ups and downs,

She still embraced each moment, lived undenied,

Only to be struck again by the illness she thought she had won,

Yet with her head held high, she continued to overcome.

It's A cycle of chaos, a waiting game of strife.

Self-sabotage and expectation of a sharpened knife.

A victim of circumstance, trapped in a cycle of fear,

Bracing herself for pain as the end draws near

The scars of her past, a reminder of her plight,

She yearns for solace, but it's always out of sight

The weight of her burdens, crushing her soul,

In this endless darkness, she struggles to find control.

Trapped in a cycle of sorrow and despair,

No respite in sight, just a recurrent nightmare.

Sadness engulfs her like an unending tide,

Sinking deeper into this ocean, she can no longer hide.

So here she stands, broken and worn,

A spirit shattered, tattered and torn.

Playing her part in this sad symphony,

Lost in the depths of her own wounded heart.