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etching the fragments of sorrow

By Sidra AnjumPublished 4 months ago 1 min read

There are times when you can't mourn a loss—the kind when you lose a piece of yourself. Being so grief-stricken that you're unable to grieve is a feeling I've never felt before. //❤️

Trauma affects the way people bond with someone. It makes an abode within them, leaving behind nothing but a hollow chasm filled with resounding, unsettling silence.

Trauma lies between the gaps of their fingers; it lies beneath the cracks of their walls; and it leaves a burning sensation in their throat when reminiscing about the past. It lies within the circumference of their eyes as tears well up in anticipation of getting redemption from overwhelming guilt. There's something about their voice breaking up while trying to explain themselves. Trauma is a curse that resides in a hopeless romantic like me who bids farewell and lets their beloved leave, even when love doesn't.

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About the Creator

Sidra Anjum

Stars, secrets whispered by ancient skies, each constellation, a saga in timeless guise,

I gaze upon the night with starlit eyes, in its celestial tapestry, my spirit forever lies.

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  • Libby Laraib4 months ago

    Well Written. Loved it❤️

  • Manisha Dhalani4 months ago

    "Trauma is a curse" - oh yes indeed! Well written.

  • This was so relatable! Loved your poignant poem!

  • Mother Combs4 months ago


  • Raduxx Radu4 months ago

    Excellent work

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