๐’œ๐“ˆ ๐’พ๐“‰๐“ˆ ๐“Œ๐“‡๐’พ๐“‰๐“‰โ„ฏ๐“ƒ: โ„ณ๐’ถ๐“๐’พโ„Š๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“‰ โ„ฐ๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐“‡๐“Ž๐“…๐“‰โ„ฏ๐’น

Keyara S Trotman

Malignant. The word sent chills down her spine as the doctor delivered the news. The lump they had found was cancerous, spreading rapidly throughout her body. She felt as though her whole world was crashing down around her. The treatments would be grueling, the prognosis uncertain. But she knew she had to fight, for herself, for her loved ones. She would not let this malignant force defeat her. With determination in her heart, she began the battle of a lifetime. And though the road ahead would be tough, she was ready to face it head on.

โ„ณ๐’ถ๐“๐’พโ„Š๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“‰ (STORY)

# ๐”“๐”ฌ๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ถ

๐”œ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ก๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ฏ๐”ข 

๐”‘๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฐ ℑ ๐”ž๐”ก๐”ช๐”ฆ๐”ฏ๐”ข 

๐”‡๐”ข๐” ๐”จ ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐” ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ก๐”ฐ ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ก๐”ถ ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ฒ๐”ฃ๐”ฃ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค. 

๐”’๐”ซ๐”ข ๐”ช๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”จ๐”ข, ๐”ฑ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ซ๐”ฐ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ. 

๐”๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ถ ๐”ฐ๐”ž๐”ถ, ๐”ช๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ถ ๐”ช๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ถ ๐” ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ก๐”ฐ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ฒ๐”ฃ๐”ฃ๐”ฉ๐”ข ๐”ž๐”ฑ ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก. 

ℑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ๐”ฌ ๐”ฏ๐”ฒ๐”ซ ๐”ž ๐”ค๐”ž๐”ช๐”ข. "๐”–๐”ฅ๐”ฒ๐”ฃ๐”ฃ๐”ฉ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ก๐”ข๐” ๐”จ"~ ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐” ๐”ข ℑ'๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ก. ๐”—๐”ฅ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ด ๐”ž ๐”ฐ๐”ญ๐”ž๐”ก๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐” ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ก ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ช๐”ข, ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐” ๐”ฉ๐”ฒ๐”Ÿ ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ข'๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”Ÿ๐”ข. 

๐”๐”ž๐”ถ๐”Ÿ๐”ข, ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ, ๐”ฎ๐”ฒ๐”ข๐”ข๐”ซ ๐”Ÿ๐”ข๐”ข'๐”ฐ ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ก. ๐”๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ. 

๐”๐”ข๐”ž๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ช๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐” ๐”ž๐”ญ๐”ข๐”ฐ. 

๐”–๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ข๐”ก. ๐”–๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฉ.๐”ฌ.๐”ณ.๐”ข, ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฑ ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ช. โ„Œ.ℑ.๐”๐Ÿ™ˆ

โค๏ธ‍๐Ÿ”ฅ ๐”.ℑ.๐”‘.๐”ˆ ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฑ ๐”Ÿ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ซ ๐”ž๐”ค๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ซ *๐”Ÿ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ซ๐”ฐ* ๐Ÿฅ€

๐Ÿฅ‚

๐Ÿ˜ต‍๐Ÿ’ซ๐”ช๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ซ ๐”ž ๐”ซ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ ๐” ๐”ž๐”ฐ๐”ข๐ŸŒน

๐”„ ๐”ก๐”ฌ๐”ท๐”ข๐”ซ ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ง๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฆ.๐”ซ.๐”จ ๐” ๐”ž๐”ฐ๐”ข. ๐”ˆ๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ฐ๐”ข๐Ÿ“Œ

๐”š๐”ฅ๐”ฌ ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ก ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐Ÿฅ‚ ๐” ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ฐ ? 

๐”š๐”ฅ๐”ฌ ๐”ฏ๐”ฒ๐”ซ๐”ฐ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฑ... ๐”—๐”ฏ๐”ฒ๐”ข ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ฃ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฐ๐”ข. ℑ๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ฒ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฑ?

โ„Œ.๐”ฌ.๐”ญ.๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ข ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”Ÿ.๐”ฉ.๐”ฌ.๐”ฌ.๐”ช๐ŸŒบ๐Ÿชฝ

 

In the garden of my heart, you're the brightest bloom,

Your presence brings joy and chases away gloom,

Like a flame that ignites my soul with desire,

I hope to see you grow and never tire.

๊จ„โžถ๏ธŽ∞๏ธŽ๏ธŽ

 

ใƒฝ(โ•ฏโ–ฝโ•ฐ)๏พ‰

๐’ฎ๐’พโ„Š๐“ƒโ„ฏ๐’น~ ๐’ซ๐“Ž๐“‰ ๐’ฆ๐’พฬจ๐“€๐’พฬจ

๐’ณ๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“๐“โœจ

 

๐š€๐šž๐šŽ๐šœ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—~ ๐š†๐š‘๐š˜ ๐šŽ๐š•๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š—๐šŠ ๐šœ๐š’๐š๐š— ๐š˜๐š๐š? ๐Ÿคญ

๐™ฐ๐š—๐šœ๐š ๐šŽ๐š›~ *๐”ฐ๐” ๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ญ ๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ก๐”ข* ~ #504

1:36 ๐’ถ๐“‚ 

๊จ„โžถ๏ธŽ∞๏ธŽ๏ธŽ ~ Cupid must’ve been๐Ÿ‘‘

 

1:36 am

 ~ Cupid must've been. Feeling the magic in the air, the stars twinkling brightly above, casting a romantic glow over everything. It was a moment that felt suspended in time, as if the universe itself was urging two souls to come together. 

 

And in that moment, everything felt perfect and full of endless possibilities. Magic in the air, the stars twinkling brightly above, casting a romantic glow over everything. It was a moment that felt suspended in time, as if the universe itself was urging two souls to come together. And in that moment, everything felt perfect and full of endless possibilities. Love was in the air, and it was intoxicating.

๊จ„โžถ๏ธŽ∞๏ธŽ๏ธŽ

  • Author: Keyara S Trotman (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 22nd, 2025 14:16
  • Comment from author about the poem: ๐’ฎโ„ด ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ˆ โ„Šโ„ดโ„ฏ๐“ˆ ๐“‰โ„ด ๐“‰๐’ฝโ„ฏ ๐“ˆ๐’ฝโ„ด๐“‡๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐“‰โ„ด๐“‡๐“Ž ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“‰โ„ฏโ„Šโ„ด๐“‡๐“Ž. โ„๐“‹โ„ฏ ๐“…๐“๐’ถ๐’ธโ„ฏ๐’น ๐’พ๐“‰ ๐’ฝโ„ฏ๐“‡โ„ฏ, ๐’ถ๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐“ˆโ„ฏ๐“‡๐“‹โ„ฏ ๐’ถ๐“ˆ ๐’ถ ๐’นโ„ฏ๐’น๐’พ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พโ„ด๐“ƒ ๐“‰โ„ด ๐“‰๐’ฝโ„ด๐“ˆโ„ฏ ๐“Œ๐’ฝโ„ด๐“‚ ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“Ž ๐’ทโ„ฏ ๐’ป๐’พโ„Š๐’ฝ๐“‰โ„ฏ๐“‡๐“ˆ. โœจโค๏ธ๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผ, โ„ ๐“Œโ„ด๐“Š๐“๐’น ๐’นโ„ฏ๐’ป๐’พ๐“ƒ๐’พ๐“‰โ„ฏ๐“๐“Ž ๐“โ„ด๐“‹โ„ฏ ๐“‰โ„ด โ„Š๐’ถ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“ˆโ„ด๐“‚โ„ฏ ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“ˆ๐’พโ„Š๐’ฝ๐“‰๐“ˆ โ„ด๐“‡ ๐’ปโ„ฏโ„ฏ๐’น๐’ท๐’ถ๐’ธ๐“€ โ„ฏ๐“‰๐’ธ. โ„’โ„ฏ๐“‰ ๐“‚โ„ฏ ๐“€๐“ƒโ„ด๐“Œ ๐’นโ„ด๐“Œ๐“ƒ ๐’ทโ„ฏ๐“โ„ด๐“Œ. ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿฅ‚
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  • sorenbarrett

    A poem about loss and hope. The darkness of fear and the brightness of life. A lovely write

    • Keyara S Trotman

      Thank you my dear Soren for reaching outโค๏ธ๐Ÿฅ‚โœจ, muchhh appreciate you sir ๐Ÿคด, for your words are encouraging and kind as always your kind is appreciated ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿปโœจ

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome

        • Keyara S Trotman

          โค๏ธ

        • Tristan Robert Lange

          This is alchemy on the page...grief, risk, and lust blending into a surreal confession. You turn pain into performance art, Kiki, and it glows. Beautifully done, my friend! You know I am a fan. ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐ŸŒน๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ•ฏ๏ธ๐Ÿฆโ€โฌ›

          • Keyara S Trotman

            My dearest Tristan I appreciate you for real ๐Ÿคด, much much love and appreciate you for your support and kindness of words which you always have a way with ๐Ÿฅ‚

            • Tristan Robert Lange

              The feeling is mutual, dearest Kiki. You are most welcome!

              • Keyara S Trotman

                Ahhhh yes yes ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป



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