A Painful, Hollow Ace

Complications from an undesired hysterectomy

The surgery came, a choice to mend,

But healing’s path had a twisted bend.

What started as hope now feels like pain,

A body and heart left to reclaim.

Every step, a wince, a tear,

A battlefield where rest is rare.

The scars run deep, both seen and not,

Healing a war I never sought.

The bladder’s sting, the nerve’s sharp cry,

Each trigger pulls my spirit shy.

It’s not just flesh, but dreams undone,

A fight for light that can’t be won.

I sit with grief, with quiet dread,

An emptiness I cannot shed.

The ache remains, a truth, a cost,

A shadow where the light is lost.