Notice of absence from NAZIA ZAHRA
Im sry đ things got hectic and stressful so i totally stopped posting
Im sry đ things got hectic and stressful so i totally stopped posting
Stuck in a void, falling in doom,
Sitting aside, but mine out of room.
Cycles of stress, cycles of life,
Anxiety my friend, my greetings with hype.
For you always come, standing beside,
When I am ignored, cursed, hated with all might.
My absence and bliss, my presence a curse,
It's hurting so hard, oh heart don't burst,
my wrist all scarred, The reason unknown.
For what may I say, that I am alone?
Can't be too weak, can't be too self-reliant,
Can't have opinions, can't make decisions.
Is it because I'm a girl, that it is a mistake?
For what you do, do it till you can.
~Nazia Zahra
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Author:
Zahra (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: âMirror on the Wallâ was written in the quiet chaos of my thoughtsâa moment when I felt trapped between societal expectations, internal battles, and the aching silence of being misunderstood. Itâs for every girl whoâs been told sheâs âtoo muchâ or ânot enough.â For those who carry scars no one asks about. For anyone who looks into the mirror and doesnât recognize whoâs staring back. This oneâs for us.
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Comments2
A poem of existential questions that are the answers to the questions themselves. A paradox reflected. Nicely written
A very relatable write so many, feeling isolated and alone in the world but trying to understand why, those dark hours spent looking at yourself asking those questions, nicely expressed and written
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