I didn’t cry—no tear, no blink,
Though they said my heart would sink.
Her laughter rang where mine once lived,
But his cold gaze would not forgive.
My hands were still, my soul like stone,
A fierce Medusa, standing alone.
Mourning came in nights unseen,
Beneath calm Artemis’ serene.
I watched them fade, shadows pale,
No storm inside, no anguished wail.
Like Athena, wise in fight,
I held my ground, embraced my might.
Closure struck like Apollo’s dart,
No pain, no break—just strength of heart.
From Troy’s ashes, I rose untamed,
A queen of ruins, unbowed, unclaimed.
-Dr Priya Tripathi
May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025 at 2:41 AM UTC
I didn’t cry—no tear, no blink,
Though they said my heart would sink.
Her laughter rang where mine once lived,
But his cold gaze would not forgive.
My hands were still, my soul like stone,
A fierce Medusa, standing alone.
Mourning came in nights unseen,
Beneath calm Artemis’ serene.
I watched them fade, shadows pale,
No storm inside, no anguished wail.
Like Athena, wise in fight,
I held my ground, embraced my might.
Closure struck like Apollo’s dart,
No pain, no break—just strength of heart.
From Troy’s ashes, I rose untamed,
A queen of ruins, unbowed, unclaimed.
-Dr Priya Tripathi
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