Gravity Didn't Win

I thought my path was defined by my steady hand White lights, clean scrubs, a future neatly planned But the body said no This is not where we go Every inch a mountain, every step a fight My hands had to stop, while I redefined my life Somewhere in the chaos, I heard a different call Not the one I dreamed of—something deeper than it all Gravity didn’t win, it only made me rise From the depth of oceans, over uncharted skies Singapore to Tokyo, drifting through the unknown Basel to Boston, finding pieces of my own I broke, I healed, I fell, I climbed Lost the script, rewrote the lines When you ask me who I am— I’m proof that gravity didn’t win! Traded in the scalpel for a different kind of scale Numbers, boards, and decisions like learning how to sail Through markets and products, where medicine still lives A different kind of healing in the choices that we give I carried every city like a tide within my soul Each wave a quiet lesson, each one made me whole Don't know the ending, don't need to know Just following where the work needs to go! Every reinvention was a step into the blue Not who I thought I’d be—but closer to what’s true Gravity didn’t win, it only made me rise From the depth of oceans, over uncharted skies Boston to Basel, it brought me back somehow None of it was planned, but it all made me now I broke, I healed, I fell, I climbed Lost the script, rewrote the lines When you ask me who I am— I’m proof that gravity didn’t win! Breathing underwater, where gravity set me free In the deep, I could be who I used to be High above the clouds, I heard that same refrain Different kind of freedom, which healed me just the same They said “no way,” I said “just watch me try” Fought for every clearance just to touch the sky Then the world went quiet, and my body did too Old battles returning like they sometimes do The sea found my courage, the sky was my dream I reached out to both when I came apart at the seams Gravity didn’t win—I learned how to fly Carried by the ocean, lifted by the sky Every scar behind me is the reason I began Every place I wandered taught me more than I had planned I don’t know about tomorrow, and I don’t need to see I’ve already lived more than I was meant to be So here’s to the breaking, the becoming, the why To the dream that survives the ocean and endless sky I wouldn’t change a moment, not even the pain— Myositis shaped me… more than I could explain And I’m still flying.