Noura_Mohd3
You think you've survived, yet something still pulls you toward the ache.
You soothe your heart, whispering that it's nothing - soft, light, harmless.
You convince yourself it's free will, strength of mind, a calm command.
But it's a bitter fruit stuck in your throat -
neither swallowed nor spat out, only lingering in pain.
You try to smile though your lips tremble from exhaustion.
You look into the mirror, asking:
Do I pierce through it, or does it pierce through me?
You reach out to yourself, touching your own solitude,
only to find a blurred reflection.
You ask your torn heart, How much endurance do you have left?
Life keeps coming for you - relentless, unapologetic.
It hurls you against the wall, only to bend you halfway,
then forces you to rise again, like a sword reclaimed.
You spin within your own orbit,
watching repetition tighten its grip.
You lose, you are lost, you search.
It's a revelation without clarity -
like a theft in broad daylight by a blind thief.
And then, a faint light disturbs you;
you fear it might expose you.
You stand on the edge of dawn -
and extinguish it.
Still, you keep trying.