By Gayathri G
Her heart remains shut.
The past is locked within.
But the walls whisper all she’s lost,
Each one louder than the last.
So she dares to step out—
But the self-appointed jury scorns her smile,
Condemns the spring in her footsteps.
They don’t see her—
Haunted by the life that slipped away,
A shadow of the woman she once was,
Sinking under the weight of who she's meant to be.
Fire bubbles in her chest, clawing at her ribs
desperate to stay afloat
But this wretched world flinches at the smell of smoke,
So, she drowns.
She drowns in the vines wrapped around her walls,
Suffocated by the whispers.
Bitterness tightening its hold,
Dragging her to the depths of despair.