No eucalyptus leaf or salve could save her,
aloe was even unable to alleviate the ache.
Radiation scarred railway crossing ribs,
a maze of malignant monstrosities.
Stage three symptoms of a sinking soul,
hospice workers heard heartbroken woes. With each breakthrough's failure, her future faded further;
a flower wilted from one final forsaken Summer.
A broken bass, steadied then sedated,
perforated pulse that beat then fell flat.
Sighs were heaved and wrists were wrung from grief.
Suddenly a silent hum sprang from her center,
a symphony that left science in a stupor.
Medical marvel granted a second chance from her creator;
equipped with a clean bill of health erased by Heavenly saviour.
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