One Who Hated Books

In shadows cast by fate’s cruel hand,
A man stood lost in shifting sands,
Diagnosis dealt, a crushing blow,
A disease, they said, with no respite to know.
A myriad of emotions surged like waves,
Raging within, like an untamed blaze,
Hope tangled in the web of despair,
His world turned grey, a heavy air.
He grieved the life he thought he knew,
The dreams he cherished, now askew,
The plans he laid, like scattered leaves,
Beneath uncertainty, his heart heaves.
Each night a battlefield of fears,
As sleep eluded, torment nears,
Future thoughts, a relentless foe,
Mocking him in the darkest throes.
Yet, in the darkest chasm’s gloom,
A flicker of hope began to bloom,
He clung to threads of strength and will,
In search of solace, a moment’s still.
As days turned into weeks and months,
The weight upon his soul ensconced,
He trod a path through endless doubt,
Lost in the labyrinth, no way out.
And then, as if a prayer was heard,
A revelation, like a singing bird,
The news arrived, a twist of fate,
The diagnosis wrong, oh, sweet escape!
A tempest of emotions now collide,
Gratitude and anger side by side,
Relief like rain, washed over his soul,
In waves of joy, he was made whole.
A rollercoaster of emotions found release,
As freedom’s song swelled, granting peace,
In the face of darkness, hope reborn,
A chance to mend what once was torn.
With newfound strength and spirit’s rise,
He faced the world with wiser eyes,
No longer taking life for granted,
For every breath, forever enchanted.
Misdiagnosis, a bitter brew,
Yet through its grasp, his spirit grew,
A tale of resilience, heart’s refrain,
A journey through the depths of pain.
For in the abyss of life’s cruel sting,
He found the strength to spread his wings,
And as he soared beyond despair,
He carried with him the lessons rare.