Staying the Course

The path is long, yet carved in patient stride,
Where hope and fear walk closely side by side.
Through halls that hum with whispers of the fight,
Each step, a beacon shining in the night.

The body bends, but spirit learns to rise,
A dance between the earth and stretching skies.
Each dose, a wave that crashes, pulls, retreats,
Yet courage beats in hearts that will not cease.

For every scar, a story etched in skin,
Of battles fought without, and wars within.
Though shadows fall, they cannot steal the light—
A soul that leans on love to win the fight.

The pain is real, the weariness, a storm,
But in the tempest, new strength is born.
A glance, a hand, a word, a steady gaze—
The smallest gifts that lift us through the haze.

It is not just the body that must heal,
But spirit, mind, and faith, and all they feel.
A loved one’s tear, a smile through the ache,
Each moment shared, a bond that will not break.

There’s power in the fight, though none can see
The seeds of triumph sown in agony.
For every stumble, every whispered plea,
A step toward grace, a walk toward being free.

So persevere, though doubt may line the way,
For dawn must follow even darkest day.
And when at last the summit stands in view,
The journey shows the strength that carried you.

And in that moment, victory unfolds—
Not in the cure alone, but in the soul.