By Ruchika Sharma
Broken in will but unfathomably dark,
The treachery of life, the twinkle in the ether’s scars.
The dark is where I feign a laugh,
The dark is my muse and my better half.
The dark hides all my scars,
Wounds of battles fought alone, left ajar.
Trembling as I retrace the threads of our start,
I didn’t find you, only shadows, only the dark.
I closed my eyes to summon the scent of your hair,
But even memories betrayed me; the dark was all there.
The silence, a weight, pressing, unkind,
A cruel reminder that love is often blind.
You sent me back to the dark, where shadows dwell,
Where echoes of laughter morph into a fragile shell.
The dark is where I left my heart,
Scattered in shards, torn apart.
Won’t you help? Gather the pieces of my heart,
Won’t you touch the void where the light used to start?
The dark is where I hide and reside,
The dark is where I gather what’s broken inside.
Yet, even in this blackened sea,
A faint whisper of light calls to me.
You:soft and quiet, like a distant star,
The faintest hope in the ether’s scars.