Echoes in Stripes
Sterile white, a tomb of cold embrace,
The PET machine hums, a watchful space.
Gauze-thin gown, a whisper on my skin,
Vulnerability etched, lets fear creep in.
Striped pyjamas, loose and pale they fall,
There is a jarring contrast in this sterile hall.
No comfort's touch, but memory's sting,
Of countless souls, where suffering did cling.
Bruno's whispers paint a tragic scene,
A boy in stripes, where innocence has been
Lost in the camps, a childhood scarred and torn,
A stark reminder, that life, is so quickly shorn.
Yet, in his eyes, a flicker remains,
A search for answers, defying endless pains.
Mirrored in mine, the same yearning burns,
To understand, the battle life returns.
The scanner's maw, a metal, cold embrace,
A solitary space, where shadows chase.
Mortality's breath, a whisper on the breeze,
A life laid bare, beneath the whispering trees.
But Bruno's spirit, a defiant star,
Embraces empathy, though wounds still scar.
From the darkest depths, where hope seems to wane,
Resilience blooms, to conquer life's domain.
Emerging free, a weight falls from my chest,
The striped shroud was discarded, finding sweet release.
A turning point, where shadows melt away,
To cherish moments, bathed in the sunlit day.
The fight remains, unseen, a constant hum,
But courage rises, where hope has overcome.
Beyond the scan, a future yet untold,
With a grateful heart, a spirit brave and bold.
(Reflections that happened when I wore the ‘Blue and White’ striped pyjamas during PET CT on March 9, 2024)
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Dr. Padmashree R P
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