The Weight of Shadows

Life Unseen

To the girl born with dreams wrapped in scars, 
Underneath the unyielding weight of the stars, 
In a world that wove chains of judgement and pain, 
Where whispers turned cruel, and hope held in vain. 

Her earliest memories, a merry-go-round, 
Spun her so dizzy, she tumbled to ground. 
Kindergarten laughter fed shadows of shame, 
As boys stripped her joy, while she bore the blame. 

Metal splints hugged her legs, a fortress yet cold, 
Her heart was a tempest, her spirit too bold. 
"Wear this!" they'd shout, and "Listen!" they'd cry, 
But the weight of their anger felt heavy and dry. 

In school's crowded hallways, girls tossed her aside, 
With laughter like daggers, they took her heart's pride. 
One push from the swings, and her world split apart— 
A nose broken, yes, but the fracture was heart. 

Then far away lands, with their promises sweet, 
Turned old foes to shadows, new bullies to greet. 
"Deserving" of torment, those words pierced like knives, 
And her spirit, though strong, barely clung to its lives. 

And yet through the darkness, she found something bright, 
With teachers and mentors igniting her light. 
Against all the odds, she seized dreams forged in strife, 
An IT degree—a triumph of life. 

But joy turned to sorrow, her own family's disdain, 
As they kept her aspirations in chains lined with pain. 
Every step toward freedom, a battle she'd fight, 
But the framework of love felt awfully tight. 

At twenty-four summers, she said her "I do," 
To someone whose heart was not tender or true. 
His family, a tempest, wrapped her in greed, 
As love, once a bloom, turned to suffocating heed. 

In the grip of a marriage where shadows would creep, 
Her laughter turned silent, her sorrows ran deep. 
A son came to her, yet the joy felt so far, 
In a world turned askew, where his father's a scar. 

Selfish and bitter, he dismantled her peace, 
Each word a cold whisper, her joys would cease. 
Emotional torture carved lines on her soul, 
As she crumbled within, losing sight of her goal. 

And when her young son let out a sharp wail, 
Her breath caught in shadows, raw emotions impale. 
In the tempest of motherhood, she felt so confined, 
Unable to soothe him, lost in her mind. 

"What did I do?" echoes loud through her nights, 
As the weight of existence snuffs out all the lights. 
With no one to witness her internal despair, 
In a world unmoved by her heavy heart's care. 

Yet still, deep within her, a flicker may glow, 
A seed still unbroken, beneath layers of woe. 
For though she is trapped in a storm laced with strife, 
There's a story still waiting, a reclaiming of life. 

O, to rise from the ashes, with courage anew, 
To find solace in writing, to embrace what is true. 
For dreams may be buried, but never erased, 
Her spirit will bloom, in her hands—life regraceed.