Hope vanished, consumed by the dark,
A tight chest, a dream left its silent mark.
A specialist’s title, a name to be,
Just a dream that was never for me.
I look upon books, a mountain of ache,
Each page a sorrow, for a sad heart’s sake.
I wanted to be an expert, to reach my desire,
But all that I found was a wound from the fire.
The passion ignited, a burning flame,
My body and soul, ready to play the game.
But destiny was dragged by time’s heavy hand,
A plague spread wide, as my years flew from the land.
The door of my dream slammed shut in a rush,
My aspirations are buried in disappointment.
Yet from the fragile, silent core of my soul,
A spark of light bursts, making my spirit whole.
I won’t forget, I won’t fully mend,
I can’t erase the sorrow that’s in the blend.
But its warmth now courses through my being,
Driving away the old cold, a new feeling.
It’s not the path I had once dreamt of,
Not the direction I had once thought of.
But I walk it with a heart open and wide,
Following the long current of the tide.
No longer healing with a surgeon’s hand,
Now I share a story of service to this land.
No longer touching the body’s fragile plight,
But my words pass on a guiding light.
My ambition may have been lost,
My dreams can be tragically crossed.
But my spirit continues to brightly burn,
Running toward a new dawn on a different turn.
Kreator : Vidya D’CharV
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