A woman treads the bright sterile hall,
Surrounded by people, alone in her skin
Fateful words triggering scars
The unseen enemy attacking within; the fight begins,
Helpless, hopeless, heartless: resourceful, reinforced, renewed
Buoyed by a hundred hearts, buttressed by a thousand prayers
Marching forward into battle, reinforced by people, strengthened by many
Encircled by the love of family and friends
Surrounded by people, battles are won and healing begins.
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