Loneliness is weight,
carried without applause.
It bends my spine,
not my will.
I wake and continue,
Waiting becomes labor,
Hope clocks in silently.
Longing bruises,
then toughens.
Sighs harden into resolve,
Watching sharpens patience.
Days pass through me,
Nights test my breath,
I learn how much I can hold.
Endurance writes its name in scars,
Still, I stand.
Still, I choose tomorrow,
The ache does not own me.
I walk with it,
Side by side.
Missing becomes manageable.
Pain learns manners.
I remain!
Unbroken, unfinished,
Ready, when called.
©®Madhumita
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