AI - Biopsy

In the sterile silence,  

I sit,  

time stretching like shadows  

across the room,  

each tick of the clock  

a heartbeat echoing  

my unspoken fears.

The white walls close in,  

thoughts spiral like autumn leaves,  

each one a question,  

a memory, a what-if,  

while the world outside  

continues its hum,  

waiting

wondering

will it be

enough

this 

time?

I trace the edges of hope,  

fragile as glass,  

wondering what tomorrow holds—  

the weight of potential wrapped  

in the cold clutch of uncertainty,  

a whisper of dread curling  

in the corners of my mind.

We await

the reaping

wondering

Will the news bring light  

or the chill of shadows?  

I breathe in the quiet,  

holding tight to fragments of strength,  

bracing

 to face whatever unfolds,  

knowing that in this moment,  

waiting is both a burden  

and a testament to resilience.

may the odds

be ever

in your favor 

Camp NaNoWriMo  Day 28