I’ve walked through fire
burned down to ash
watched every dream
turn into trash
Hope slipped my fingers
like water, like sand
I stopped reaching out
stopped making plans
Years of war
inside my own skin
every scar a story
I never asked to begin
Then one quiet day
a doctor’s cold eyes
a screen, a shadow
a half-inch surprise
A tumor, they said
and the room spun slow
but in that moment
something started to glow
A little joy, no fear
but a spark, a breath
like life saying
Your almost done
Strange how hope
can come in disguise
a .5 inch reason
to close my eyes
I’m not sure why
but I feel the shift
even pain, even danger
can offer a gift
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