I was supposed to be strong,
Wasn’t ever supposed to break,
So why does it feel so wrong?
Why do I feel I’ve had all I can take?
A chime of resilience was my song,
Forged by fire – it was me I’d make
But the vibrations in this Iron gong,
Have begun to dissipate.
And it’s funny the way that some folk,
In order to breathe, must make others choke.
While others still pass their flame,
Like one candle to another,
Never diminishing their own,
Never becoming lame.
And in this life all that matters,
Is not the former but the latter.
So when you hear that faint,
But audible….still…pitter patter
As it reverberates in your chest,
Know that you must only do,
Strive, and achieve your very best.
For, my friend, I love you.
And that is all I have left.
Chinmay Paranjape is an MS3 who got hurt and now likes bones (is interested in orthopedics). In addition to bones, he likes biking, hiking, and generally poking fun at himself and others
