She is strong
She pulled herself through strong winds,
Roots gripping the earth, refusing to break.
She survived with little care,
Drinking from the silence,
Holding on when no hands reached out.

She never complained about the thirst,
Welcoming the sun, even when it burned.
She learned to bloom in shadows,
Happy with the little attention she received.

She stayed, even when neglected,
Spreading fresh air to breathe,
A silent companion when no one else was around.
A quiet strength, unseen yet unwavering.

She stopped withering away.
She adapted.
She grew.
She became more than survival—
She became life itself.

I let him by—into my heart,
I let him by—to make me laugh,
I let him by—to love me,
I let him by—to hug me
To hold me in his arms, to make me whole.

I let him by—to break me,
To carve his name in scars,
To leave me with echoes of touch,
Fading into the silence of time.

Let by the pain,
Let by the wounds,
Let by the memories that linger,
Like shadows in the turning wheel.

And now, I stand alone,
Waiting, watching—
For time to turn backward,
For the wheel to spin in reverse.

I kept on nourishing,
But you weren’t noticing.
I kept on pushing,
But you kept straying.

The more I kept falling,
The more you kept reigning.
Was I just fading,
A name worth erasing?

Hiding, escaping,
But the truth kept tailing.
No matter how far I ran,
The weight was unchanging.

I wished for a better ending,
One where love wasn’t bending,
It was never about winning—
Just a fear of failing.
But my heart left unbreaking.

You are our umbrella,
Shielding us from life’s storms.
You kept us dry
When the rain poured hard.
Your love was our shelter.
Safe and warm,
Protected us when the skies turned gray.
You taught us courage,
Made us brave to face every challenge.
You stood in the rain
So we wouldn’t feel a drop.

The sacrifices you made
Helped us grow and bloom.
They will never be forgotten.

Now that the storm has passed, rest.
Let us care for you,
As you always cared for us.

Let us hold the umbrella now.

Mistakes were forgiven.
With a gentle smile
Surrounded by faces
No judgment was cast
Your innocence was embraced

Life was easy, carefree and light
No weight on your shoulders,
No battles to fight

Can we ever feel serene again?
Can we ever be trusted
With the innocence of a child?

Somewhere within, that child still remains—
In quiet moments, in summer rains
Perhaps life can be gentle
If they see through the eyes we once wore

Strength stands firm on the surface , yet doubtful beneath.
Is this the way for all?
Does the world grow mightier,
or weak to keep up the pace?
Will a place ever be found?

A quiet war within—
does it only cease when we’re buried deeper?
The sky looms in ashen tones,
while waters shimmer with an uncanny green,
and the air chills like the hearts of the indifferent.

Will warmth ever return?
Will sunlight break through, embracing all once more?
Will the world ever learn to accept?