The Hospital Curtain

In the hush of sterile halls, where whispers fade,

There stands a curtain, silent sentinel, unsawed.

Its fabric a shield, a veil of privacy,

In realms where souls seek solace, quietly.

Behind its folds, tales untold, unfold,

Of pain and healing, mysteries yet untold.

It dances with the breeze, a gentle sway,

As lives intersect, in the hospital's array.

Within its embrace, fears find release,

And moments of vulnerability, inner peace.

It holds the weight of hopes and dreams,

As patients dwell in its comforting streams.

The hospital curtain, a humble divider,

Yet within its realm, hearts grow wider.

For in the space it creates, connections bloom,

In the tender dance of healing's gentle plume.

So let us honor this humble curtain's grace,

As it stands sentinel in life's challenging race.

A symbol of compassion, in times of trial,

In the hospital's embrace, it lends a gentle smile.