before the surgery

Before the surgery, the weight was real,

A burden carried, too heavy to conceal.

A body that didn't feel quite right,

A battle fought in silent nights.

The mirror's reflection felt so wrong,

A whisper inside that didn't belong.

The hope was steady, but the fear was strong,

Would I be seen? Would I feel whole all along?

Before the surgery, I held my breath,

Not knowing what would come, not knowing the depth.

But a quiet promise whispered within,

That this was the beginning, not the end.