Country of Origin: India
In the darkened room, where shadows silently creep,
I sit alone, enveloped in solitude, as the night grows deep.
Though voices resonate, laughter fills the air,
Within the crowd, a piercing pain, a burden hard to bear.
A somber figure, draped in midnight’s cloak,
With eyes like distant stars, reflecting my sorrows.
It whispers in my ear, with chilling embrace,
But everything I heard was silence.
In this dim-lit chamber, it dances in the shadows, a solitary waltz.
Amidst the bustling crowd, where laughter’s waves crash,
It wraps me tightly, like an unwanted sash.
I yearn for someone, for a familiar touch,
Yet the shadows persist, a feeling that’s hard to clutch.
It gazes upon me, with eyes that hold such depth,
A reminder of the longing, within my soul’s breadth.
Its hand reaches out, in a gesture of despair,
Inviting me to share in its solemn, silent prayer.
But amidst the darkness, a flicker of light appears,
A glimmer of hope, dispelling the gloom and fears.
In its presence, I learn. I grow. I find strength.
As night turns into day, I rise from this darkness, slowly finding my way.
For I’ll seek the light, where true solace finds.
I emerge, unbroken and strong,
And find my home, where I truly belong.
Thank you to Hazel Koritzer and Apurva Makashir for their inspired edit on this piece and everyone else on the Mental Health team.
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