By Anushree Bhattacharya
Someone came to my mind’s doorstep
Knocked on the door to step inside
Into the chaos that was brimming within
I still dared to open biting my pride
Expecting a rampage of verbal abuse
I stood there expecting no refuge
A woman with nothing but bruises
From past, present, and thoughts of the future
Ready for any mockery coming my way
Waiting with bated breath for strong words
Instead of curses, a curious look surprised me
He quickly made his way into my torn world
His eyes held a look of awe for all my creations
He lingered where the shadows once reigned
Not afraid to trace the cracks in my mind
With gentle hands, he touched what I had feared
A tender touch that unravelled the ties that bound
My heart, so long buried beneath the rubble
Felt a warmth, like sunlight through a storm
His words weren’t sharp, but a soft embrace,
A promise that I would not break, nor fall.
He saw my fractures, and yet he didn’t turn away
Instead, he built with me, piece by fragile piece
A quiet hope where there had been none
He spoke not only of healing but of living,
Of finding beauty in what had once been broken,
And in the silence that followed, I began to understand—
Not all storms are meant to destroy,
Some come to wash away the old,
To make room for what might grow.