She waited, years on years,
A thousand names on the transplant list,
Her body, a fragile thing,
Told her heart, wait—just wait a little longer.
Tangled in wires, endless hours
Whispered prayers of hopes and fears
Loved ones, now mere bystanders
Wait as time stretches thin.
Then a call came through, at last, at last—
“A miracle!” Doctors exclaimed.
A match! A gift! A second chance!
She, so filled with sweet gratitude,
Could not believe the chance was hers,
The life she’d lost, now in her grasp.
But gifts, it seems, have fragile threads,
Organ rejection— doctors say,
With careful eyes and faces meek.
The phrase slices through the air
The organ that had once been grace,
Now fights to leave, to find its place.
Yet in the loss, her heart still beats
A stubborn, fighting rhythm
Now an organ present, yet a life unsaved
