By Aishna Shobhawat
I wander, lost in chaos deep,
A stranger to myself, in secrets I keep.
No one sees the battles I wage,
Fighting demons on a silent stage.
I fear the void will pull me in,
As I struggle to breathe, beneath shadows thin.
I search for pieces left behind,
A trace of the self I can’t seem to find.
Some nights, I grasp at fragments tight,
While others fade in quiet blight.
I walk through rooms, a mask in place,
But fractures echo in my face.
I wear a smile, to match their cheer,
Yet in my chest, my screams are clear.
How long can I shield this soul’s disguise,
Before this weight becomes my demise?
And yet, in darkness, I glimpse a spark,
A whispered hope that lights the dark.
Perhaps this fracture will make me whole
A broken self with strength untold.
By Aishna Shobhawat
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