Surrender seemed my only course,
As my spirits withered, wilted, and lost their force.
I imagined the little plant, tucked in my room's gloom,
We shared a bond, reliant on each other's bloom.
Embarrassment flooded me awake,
Surrounded by white, in a world opaque.
Doctors and nurses, faces blurred with concern,
Questions lingered, but answers refused to return.
Rock bottom enveloped me, a relentless grip,
Feelings familiar, yet intensified, as I slipped.
Loss upon loss, tears streamed, I cried,
Reassurance sought, of the efforts I'd tried.
