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Content Warning: This poem touches on themes of trauma, loneliness, and loss.  Image Credits: Behance Once, a little girl was left behind, Abandoned by a mother, unseen by a father, Ill-treated by a sister, pushed aside by  Those meant to protect her. And in that void of cold neglect, She found her strength in the spaces between. She fought through the silence, The empty rooms where no one spoke her name. She fought against the world that left no place for her, Finding scraps of kindness in shadows, Holding on to fragments— To the smallest whispers of light she could find. Years passed. She became a young woman, Fighting still, but now with different armour— Bound by vows, And with children to protect, In a marriage that drained her of breath, Where words were like chains, and love a ghost. She gave everything, And when there was nothing left, She gave even more. But the price of survival was too high— Her spirit collapsing in the quiet hours. Time wore on. A woman broken but ...

Image Credit: ali Soleimani on Unsplash Space... Disjointed.       Disoriented.              Misplaced.                  Unforgiving.   I thought about it,    Yes, it's the struggling to walk   On the uneven sands of the beach,   Drunk despite never having tasted alcohol,   Dodging hordes of people— 'Candid', selfies, reels— All in a frenzy.     Listening to the lull of the coming rain,   Digging my fingers into the soil,   Earthworms wriggling at the intrusion.     The lizard, it clinging to the ceiling of my bedroom,    Me, clinging to the single shred of energy I've felt all day.   Clinging. Clinging. Clinging.      The last time my heart closed in on itself,   Unshed tears making me breathless, speechless,   Envisioning the approaching apathy.      Di...