The Dance of Life and Death

Every so often, she reappears,

referring to me as a magician, enchanted by my allure.

Little did she realize,

a trick's effectiveness fades once the veil is lifted.

Beneath the facade of normality I projected,

a lurking beast awaited its chance to emerge.

Our destined connection, undeniably lethal,

our interaction, crafted for destruction.

She was inquisitive, unlike any other,

and remarked on my unique energy.

In the shadows, we conversed,

and my sharp words captivated her heart.

If only the scars that marked me

could erase the memories of my past,

I might have loved her too—

had I not witnessed her burn my kind.

Amidst our dance, I noticed a flicker of doubt

in her gaze, as if she were "sniffing for trouble where there was none."

When she ventured too close,

lifting the veil to my fractured essence,

she realized the fatal nature of our entanglement,

leading her into a dark spiral.

Yet she kept her thoughts hidden,

continuing to dance with me until dawn.

The fiery ache in my chest remained

unsettled and restless.

My scars didn't deter my missteps;

I keep pushing forward, no matter the cost.

Cast out by my kin for my differences,

I chuckled as they faded away while I endured.

My twisted soul, now closer to the devil than to divinity,

took on a life of its own,

playing a dangerous game with the one fated to dominate,

to reclaim the territory from which I had been exiled.

He was unlike anyone I had encountered,

charismatic and vibrant, as if he had endless time.

I was drawn to him,

as if it were instinct.

My friends warned me of impending doom,

but I dismissed their concerns as envy.

One day, I glimpsed behind his facade,

catching him off guard,

and I realized he was not one of us.

All those moments spent in dreams—

little did I know he was plotting.

I watched in horror as his power grew;

what had I unleashed?

Betrayed, furious, and stunned, I sought to confront him,

but he had become too formidable,

his fortress impenetrable.

Our connection drained me of vitality.

I watched him gather allies,

invading the land I cherished.

With one final cunning move,

as he prepared to depart,

satisfied and craving more,

I inquired if any of it was genuine.

He replied, “If only you didn’t hold my fate,

perhaps we could have found a way.”

I witnessed him set off,

on a perilous journey to distant shores.

The magic has vanished;

the show has concluded.

Before he departed, I vowed

to seek retribution for the deaths and betrayals.

He glanced back, offering a smile,

a farewell until next time.

The curtains have drawn,

but not for eternity.

The Poetic Reflection on Research

This marks the first occasion I've penned a poem related to my research! While reviewing cancer for my annual assessment, I couldn't help but see the poetic nature of cancer's interplay with the body. Each cellular process resembles a symphony, harmonized and synchronized. I envision cancer as that one rotten apple in the basket—disrupting and shattering the soulful melody. This metaphor resonates with me in both poetry and research. I find joy in exploring this subject, inspiring me to write from a fresh viewpoint. I hope you enjoy it! Thank you for reading :)

Chapter 2: The Illusion of Control

The first video, "Katy Perry - The One That Got Away (Official Music Video)," explores themes of lost love and longing, paralleling the emotional journey of the poem.

The second video, "Katy Perry - The One That Got Away," encapsulates the essence of nostalgia and reflection, mirroring the poem's exploration of relationships and consequences.