They questioned my "I" within their "we,"
But their "we" was never meant for me.
I stepped into their world, so wide,
Only to find there was no room inside.
I glance back at what I've lost in their "we,"
An echoing void, just emptiness to see.
So I chose to walk, my spirit intact,
Embracing my "I," leaving behind their pact.
In the strength of my voice, I find my way,
Claiming my truth, come what may.
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Inked Journeys
شِعرWelcome to Inked Journeys, a collection that explores the rich tapestry of life through poetry. Here, you'll find verses that capture the beauty of love, the weight of loss, and the essence of self-discovery. Join me on this poetic adventure, and m...
