By. Nurish Hardefty In 2017 I stood strong, Living the day like a robot without a soul, Tirelessly until my body rebelled, My glands were swollen, until surgery came as an option and an answer. Year after year I lived, Accompanied by endless storms, My body was weak, my soul was stuck, Withstanding the burden of the world that continued to nail me. 2018 and 2019, the scalpel became a friend, Among tumors and wounds, I faced it alone, Holding tears in the silence. When 2020 greeted me in lonely isolation, Covid came to take away togetherness, My mother and I slumped in a weak body with a cough and a runny nose, Until my Hungarian lover gone and never back. I drowned in a sea of sorrow, Every inch of my body bled, But the storm never stopped, 2021 came with another wound, Breast and intestinal tumors attacked me without mercy, Two months of consecutive surgery became an option, Pain repeatedly after the Moderna vaccine entered, silencing my immune system, All happiness was taken from m...