In sterile halls where whispers tread,  
A journey starts, a path ahead,  
With heartbeats quick and shadows cast,  
A moment waits, the die is cast.  

The gown of white, a second skin,  
With trembling hands, I breathe within,  
Anxious thoughts like fireflies dance,  
In twilight’s grip, I take my chance.  

The surgeon’s hands, both firm and skilled,  
With steady grace, my fate fulfilled,  
A glint of steel, a promise made,  
To mend the broken, unafraid.  

Anesthesia's gentle veil,  
Drifts me softly, dreams set sail,  
Into the depths where silence reigns,  
And time dissolves, unbound by chains.  

Yet in that stillness, hope ignites,  
A flicker in the darkest nights,  
For healing waits, a tender grace,  
Beyond the fear, I find my place.  

Awake again, the world comes clear,  
With gratitude, I hold so dear,  
For every scar, a story told,  
Of courage found, of hearts consoled.  

So here I stand, reborn anew,  
With strength to face what’s yet to do,  
For under the knife, I learned to see,  
The beauty found in vulnerability.