By Sonam Karki
If we are meant to be
Come naked
No status to wear like armour,
No wealth to hide behind,
Nothing,
Just you..
I have seen your scars..
Not the ones on your skin,
But the quiet ones, the deep ones..
The ones you revealed in half spoken words..
And pauses that said more than you meant to..
I have felt your wounds..
The ones that still throb in silence,
The ones time pretended to heal but never did,
And somehow, they feel like mine,
As if life carved the same jagged lines across both our souls..
I know the kind of loneliness you carry,
The kind that clings to you even in a crowded room,
The kind that whispers lies in the dark,
I know it well,
Because I have battled it too..
So if we are meant to be..
Come naked,
No titles to prove your worth,
No achievements to mask your fears..
Nothing,
Just you..
For I have seen your scars,
And in them, I see my own reflection..
Raw, aching, real..
They say happiness is everything,
But what if it’s just smoke and mirrors..
What if joy is fleeting,
And the only thing real,
Is the ache we carry beneath our smiles..
So come as you are,
Let’s meet where the pain lives,
Let’s sit with it, face it, honour it..
Let’s give our wounds space to breathe..
Not by fixing each other,
But by simply being,
Two souls stripped bare,
Two hearts that recognise the hurt they’ve both carried..
And maybe,
Just maybe,
If we can hold that space for each other,
If we can sit with the ache without running,
Without flinching..
Maybe we can heal..
And if fate is kind..
If destiny smiles..
If we are brave enough to believe again..
Maybe we can love..
Not as the broken people we once were..
But as the healed souls we dared to become..