By Shivani Gilhotra Narang
In early days, it shone so bright
A soul once walked with steady light.
And life was fair, the soul knew it’s true
But scars don’t leave when they are through.
No scream, no flame, no grand parade,
Just bitterness that softly stayed.
It settled deep, it spoke in sighs,
It dimmed the world behind the eyes.
It didn’t bite, it didn’t burn,
It simply waited for its turn.
It followed close, it knew the way,
And never once asked if it may.
Not born from loss or broken trust,
But from the weight of what just was.
A door once slammed, a word once said
Still echoing inside their head.
The fire dulled, the laughter thinned,
The joy grew quiet deep within.
The soul didn’t fight, it didn’t flee,
Just learned to hold it silently.
And though it lived, and though it stayed,
A part of it now never swayed.
Still stitched beneath the light and grace
The bitter thing that kept its place.