Numbness spread through her fingers
leaving her without power
to move, to fiddle, to take control,
it was hope draining from her body.

Her soul was next.
She struggled to hold on
to the last strands of positivity.
They were gushing out fast, away from her.

Her struggles made it difficult
staying sane and smiling every day,
while the world around her
spiralled into chaos and grief.

Was she right in fighting fate?
Was she even capable of it?
Doubts filled her thoughts,
dented the faith in herself.

But she survived it.
It was the moments when people doubted
her strength, her willpower,
that reminded her of what she was capable of.

© Ishita Nigam Garg
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