The Warrior within


Trifecta: Week Fifty-Eight

This week we want you to write on the third definition of:


1: to remain alive after the death of <he is survived by his wife>
2: to continue to exist or live after <survived the earthquake>
3: to continue to function or prosper despite : withstand <they survived many hardships>

Please remember:
  • Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
  • You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
  • The word itself needs to be included in your response.
  • You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above. 
  • Only one entry per writer.
  • Trifecta is open to everyone!!  Please join us.



The Warrior within


The sore patch on her tongue

Refused to disappear

The deep Y of a gorge

Seemed beyond repair!


The smell of impending dread

Started doing the rounds

She clutched at straws

Biopsy not needed, she pled!


Waiting for the report

Nightmare of a week

Such as to make the

Most brave heart  meek


Positive! No it cannot be!

Oh, am going to die,

Of what use

Is anything to me?


Doctors ordered surgery

Her tongue was not to be

The one that taught a thousand minds

How can that now silent be?


Smiled she a sweet smile-

Destiny has better plans said she

Do what you have to do

And let what is to be, be!


Two days of tests & meds,

Sitting, lying, waiting in beds

Followed by Hours 6

Spent in Surgery!


A severed tongue in a Petri dish

Nodes infected plucked like fish

A skin flap removed from the chest

To resurrect a new tongue, they said!



Home she came,after 20 days

Weak in flesh, but spirit unbroken

Armed with new found vigour

Started her battle, trying to recover!


Six months down the road

She was progressing well

Had learnt how to feed  through the nose

And  to communicate, using a silver bell.


Eight months passed

Giving the Surgeon

a pleasant shock,

She learnt to speak again.


11 months went by

She looked happy and spry

We never for  a moment thought

That all this was a lie!


Her humming made our focus shift

Her unstinted love was  so dazzling a gift

Our blinded eyes failed to note

That life had already set her adrift!


Last annual check up

A node had reappeared

But the heart was the one

Which had the Dr disturbed


Fever held her captive in bed

Her Golden Anniversary she did celebrate

The next week, a year to date,

Her beating heart refused to inflate

Leaving us with tears to shed!



Mom, to emulate your spirit I strive

And though your body gave in to the fight

For eternity in many hearts

You will continue to survive.


This week’s word prompt “survive”  brought back memories of my Mom & writing this piece was so fraught with emotions that I almost deleted it.This is the first time ,since her demise two years back,that I have let myself look back & talk about the whole experience , as I saw it then.I am not sure if I used the word as per the definition required, for my mother did not survive the dreaded disease,but to me & all those who loved her,she did survive & she  lives on in our hearts.

41 thoughts on “The Warrior within

  1. Wow, this is such a powerful piece. My heart fell when I read that this is non-fiction. I had hoped the pain was a product of your imagination. Your mom may not have survived, but as you have stated, her memory is still with you – and will always be. Thank you for sharing this personal piece. I hope it helped a little to let it out in words.

    • Thk u Janna-u got it right-it was a sort of catharsis.I felt that many of u would be able to understand & relate,so I took the risk-miss my mom more than i thot i would & more than i can express…

    • Thk u Tara-as I just told Janna,I somehow felt that I could open up this part of me,here,now-the word prompt pushed it to the fore of my subconscious ,where I had buried it-miss my Mom ..

  2. This is a touching, heartfelt piece. Unsettling. Moving. I am so sorry for your loss. In memory we are immortal. She lives on in your memory. Again, I am so sorry for your loss. I feel for you. My deepest sympathies for your loss.

    • Thank you Scriptor-yes those we love really never leave us & survive in our hearts & ofc we learn to live with the (physical) loss of their presence.God Bless your kind heart!

  3. This is heart wrenching. And the writing was so well done. I was drawn in and could not stop reading. I am so sorry. I think you met this definition in more ways than one!

    • Thats really,really kind of you to say that lumdog,thank you-maybe my Mom held my hand while I typed this piece-almost at one go.Am off to check out the new entries including your’s on Trifecta now:-)

  4. This is riveting and powerful! I am so sorry about your mom. How brave you were to not delete this. I’m so glad that you have joined our writing group. Your writing is beautiful and awesome and I am looking forward to getting to know you better and to reading your entries!!! 😀

    • Aww Linda,ypou are such a warm person & it shows:-)Thk u all so much for making me feel a part of your awesomeness-re the piece,as I just told lumdog,I feel maybe my Mom held my hand when i wrote this-it came in a flash!I too look forward to getting to know u more-u r full of life:-)Off to Trifecta now to chk the new entries & leave some comments,tc,loads of love

  5. I think this is a fine tribute to your mother, and that it’s a good thing you shared it with us so that we might get a sense of her spirit (:

      • It has it’s price, but it has it’s rewards too. I’ve found it to be very cathartic when a piece of writing breaks me down. And it usually turns out to be a decent piece of writing, for all that. 🙂 You’re very brave. Thanks for sharing that with us.

      • Yes,as I admitted ,it was cathartic for this was hidden deep within-for months after her demise,I bled within-glad that I could finally talk about it-as I told someone-it was as if she was holding my hand:-)

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