From Darkness to Light
- Empowering Lives on World Brain Tumor Day
In the realm of shadows, where darkness dares to dwell,
Lies a poignant truth that we must bravely tell.
World Brain Tumor Day, a solemn call to our hearts,
Awakens our souls, ignites our compassionate parts.
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For in this solemn reminder, we feel the weight,
Of the impact that brain tumors inflict, an unwelcome fate.
They enter lives uninvited, disrupting the flow,
Leaving individuals and loved ones in a bewildering woe.
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But amidst the sorrow, a beacon of light does shine,
A call to arms, a mission, a cause so divine.
To raise awareness, to share knowledge far and wide,
To stand as a united force, side by side.
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We gather strength, our voices resolute and strong,
To support the research, to right the course that's gone wrong.
For in the depths of science, lies a flicker of hope,
A chance to unravel mysteries, to help others cope.
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World Brain Tumor Day, a day to lend a hand,
To extend our love, a gesture so grand.
To those affected by this formidable foe,
We offer our solace, our empathy, our glow.
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In hospitals and clinics, where battles are fought,
We witness resilience, courage, lessons taught.
The human spirit, unyielding and bold,
Enduring the struggles, stories yet untold.
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Through tears and tribulations, we find solace in each other,
A community united, sisters and brothers.
Together we stand, unwavering and steadfast,
Supporting one another, creating a love that will last.
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So let us raise our voices, let them echo through the land,
Spreading awareness, like seeds sown by hand.
Let us educate, empower, and advocate,
For those affected by brain tumors, we won't hesitate.
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With every step we take, every dollar we raise,
We offer hope, a glimmer of brighter days.
For in the darkest moments, where despair may reside,
We find strength in unity, in love as our guide.
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World Brain Tumor Day, a solemn reminder indeed,
Of the battles fought, the scars that we bleed.
But within this darkness, sparks of light shall gleam,
As we come together, embracing a shared dream.
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A dream of a future where brain tumors are no more,
Where healing is found, where spirits can soar.
Until that day arrives, we'll fight hand in hand,
On World Brain Tumor Day, united we stand.
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Dawnxisoul393art
Dawnxisoul393art, an illustrator and designer couple living on a remote island in Hong Kong. Listen to the sea's vows and look at the persistent blue sky. Waves and white sails, blue sky and white clouds. The landscape and canvas ahead.
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Comments (4)
This was extremely powerful. Loved your poem!
A beautiful rhyming poem capturing the pain of someone with a brain tumor that silently sneaks in and the pain of their loved ones. Wonderful to raise awareness of this sneaky icky cancer and that there is a Day dedicated to curing it!
Hey dear, it was so brilliant due to a number of reasons. Now I know such an amazing day because of you. And, your lovely words added a few new words to my vocabulary!
The way how you see love and feel it is brilliant. I subscribed you to give my support and I welcome you to read my ones too 🥰!