"The wound is the place where the Light enters you."
— Rumi
She
She walks in shadows, quiet and small,
In a world where she feels nothing at all.
A heart once full, now bruised and bare,
Yearning for love, but finding despair.
Her mother’s voice, so sharp and cold,
Cuts through her dreams, makes her feel old.
Her father’s silence, distant and grim,
Leaves her lost, fading limb by limb.
Her brother stands in a brighter light,
While she is cast into endless night.
She watches from the darkest place,
Longing for warmth, a soft embrace.
She gave her trust to friends, so dear,
But now those ties have disappeared.
The secrets shared, the bonds once tight,
Are shattered now, lost to the night.
She laughs, she smiles, a practiced art,
But no one sees her breaking heart.
Her life is filled with hollow things,
With empty laughs and broken wings.
She’s scared of love, she fears the pain,
For every touch has left a stain.
But still, inside, there’s something small—
A spark of hope that won’t quite fall.
She’s not just shadows, hurt, and tears,
She’s stronger than the weight she bears.
Though scars have grown deep in her skin,
There’s still a fire burning within.
She may be lost, but she’s not gone,
A quiet fighter, struggling on.
And though her world feels cold and dark,
I see in her a fragile spark.
For even in her silent cries,
There’s strength behind those tired eyes.
She may be broken, hurt, and bruised,
But she’s more powerful than she’s used.
A girl who, though the world feels wrong,
Is holding on, and growing strong.
~ the blackboard
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Buried In Heart
PoetryA poem collection that will make you feel and live the pain. Note:- it's not just a peom collection.. It's a whole story in itself
