She sits where sky and sorrow touch,
a quiet bruise against the wind,
wondering how a heart so small
can carry storms this heavy.
***
The world below is only noise,
a blur of lives that kept on moving
while her own breath stayed trapped
in the broken rib of a memory.
***
She is tired of being brave
in rooms that never softened,
tired of stitching herself together
with threads no one could see.
***
Up here, the air feels honest.
It does not ask her to smile.
It does not demand she pretend
the ache is anything but real.
***
A single thought trembles inside her:
if she vanished,
would the silence finally match
the way she feels within?
***
Yet something small,
something stubborn,
something shaped like a pulse,
refuses to let go.
***
Not hope.
Not light.
Just a fragile whisper:
***
Stay.
Stay until the world has one more chance
to be kinder than today.
******
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Aarsh Malik
Poet, Storyteller, and Healer.
Sharing self-help insights, fiction, and verse on Vocal.
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Absolutely beautiful Aarsh. Something small -something like a pulse, refuses to let go, until the world has one more chance to be kinder than it was today. So much truth in this poem. I have written about smiling and kindness, and it seems that in today's world- kindness is in short supply these days. Beautifully written, nicely executed poem.
“a quiet bruise against the wind” grabbed me!! And then, “in the broken rib of a memory” So many fabulous lines in the poem. It shows fragility but also bravery and I loved the end! Superb!!!!!
This is quietly devastating. ‘A quiet bruise against the wind’ is such a striking image.
Wow! So beautifully written, Aarsh! I love it!
The world need more kindness for sure
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Love it. WOW. Thank you so much my fiend. Hugs.