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2d · 22
Ashes of Me
My heart bled until there was nothing left.
Pain was my cradle.
Silence, my only companion.
The ones I trusted
turned their backs,
and I stood there,
small against the weight of their rejection.
I waited for love.
I waited for peace.
I waited for someone to see me,
to stay.
But they never came.
Now I know,
Love is an illusion,
peace a dream that dies on waking.
Every promise,
every connection,
was just smoke in the wind.
And when the illusions burned away,
so did the last pieces of me
that needed them.
I do not ask for hands to hold.
I do not ask for words to heal.
I do not ask at all.
I choose distance.
I choose silence.
I choose the untouched sky,
the endless road,
the vastness of my own being.
Freedom is no longer something I beg for.
It is something I am.
Out of the ashes,
I rise.
untouched,
unafraid,
entire.
Rubab Zehra Apr 19
I wish I could drift to a gentler space,  
Far from the noise, from the human race.  
A place where silence holds my hand,  
Where no one judges, no one demands.

I longed for love, a steady flame,  
Not grand, just someone who knew my name.
I longed for kindness, a little grace,  
Not always having to hide my face.

It’s not the world I dreamed it’d be—  
Too many wounds no one can see.  
Still, I tried, I gave my all,  
Even when I was bound to fall.

They say be strong, they say be brave,  
But even the strongest sometimes cave.  
I’m just tired of wearing this mask,  
Of smiling through each bitter task.

But maybe there’s a softer road,  
Where hearts aren’t made to bear this load.  
A place with quiet, trees, and sky,  
Where no one asks the reasons why.

Not a goodbye, not the end,  
But a wish for somewhere hearts can mend.  
Where I can breathe, just simply be—  
A little more whole, a little more free.
Apr 19 · 38
The Whisper Within
Rubab Zehra Apr 19
A blank book with an unheard tale,
A whisper no one can hear,
A heart that beats with silent strength,
A soul that guards its deepest length.

In empty pages, secrets are sealed,
A world of emotions, self-revealed,
The whisper grows, a gentle hum,
A reminder of the power that's to come.

For in the silence, I find my voice,
A roar that echoes, a heartfelt choice,
To keep my tale, my truth, my own,
A blank book with a story yet unknown.

— The End —