A half-filled dream
Of unfulfilled wishes
Everything given to me by hand
Then taken away
Scrutinized for every step
While the man is applauded for the trail of broken glass
He leaves behind
The only step they don't yell at me for
Is the one where I step on the glass
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Author:
Shloka Gupta (
Online) - Published: February 1st, 2026 13:55
- Comment from author about the poem: A reflection on conditional freedom and unequal judgment, this poem captures the exhaustion of being closely monitored while others are praised for the harm they cause. It explores how pain becomes the only acceptable proof of resilience, and how stepping into suffering is sometimes the only act that goes unquestioned.
- Category: Sociopolitical
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