The Weight He Wore


 



The Weight He Wore


He wore it like a shadowed coat,
Invisible, but heavy.
They laughed and called him lucky once—
He smiled, barely, maybe.

“No way it hurt,” they’d joke aloud,
But silence told a tale,
Of shattered trust, and frozen time,
Behind a silent veil.

He didn’t bleed the way they thought,
But pain still found its way.
A secret kept for far too long—
Afraid of what they’d say.

But strength, it grows in quiet ways,
In breaking down the wall.
He speaks now not for pity’s sake—
But just to stand at all.


Sukant Shandilya

18th April 2025

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