She wears a silence no one can see,
A shadow of memories that used to be.
Yet when the morning breaks through the pain,
She gathers her courage and smiles again.
Not every wound is shown to the eye,
Some learn to laugh when they want to cry.
In her laughter lives a quiet fight,
A fragile flame refusing the night.
And though the world may never understand,
The way she holds tomorrow in her hand,
She walks through loss with grace that won’t depart,
A living sonnet written by her heart.
By : Mayanglambam Meerina Leimarenbi
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