Shadow writer

# # # **"Life and Loss in a Single Breath"**

On the day joy was meant to bloom,
A shadow crept into the room.
Cries of life filled the sterile air,
Yet silence echoed his empty chair.

Her heart split into pieces two—
One for the life she just brought through,
The other lost in a void so vast,
A love now buried in the past.

The sun rose bright, its golden hue,
But grief descended, dark and true.
How cruel the threads of fate were spun,
To take him as they gave her son.

She clutched the child, her tethered star,
His tiny hands, her fragile spar.
Within his eyes, she caught a trace,
Of the love that time could not erase.

Through tears, she whispered soft and low,
"Your father’s love, you'll always know.
For though he’s gone, his soul remains,
In your laughter, your joy, your pains."

Her heart ached deep, yet somehow she knew,
Life had painted shades both bright and blue.
In her arms, a spark of him survives,
In her sorrow, hope quietly thrives.

A widow, a mother, a soul reborn,
Through joy and loss, her spirit worn.
But in her child, she’d find her way,
To weave new dreams from fractured clay. # # # **"Life and Loss in a Single Breath"**

On the day joy was meant to bloom,
A shadow crept into the room.
Cries of life filled the sterile air,
Yet silence echoed his empty chair.

Her heart split into pieces two—
One for the life she just brought through,
The other lost in a void so vast,
A love now buried in the past.

The sun rose bright, its golden hue,
But grief descended, dark and true.
How cruel the threads of fate were spun,
To take him as they gave her son.

She clutched the child, her tethered star,
His tiny hands, her fragile spar.
Within his eyes, she caught a trace,
Of the love that time could not erase.

Through tears, she whispered soft and low,
"Your father’s love, you'll always know.
For though he’s gone, his soul remains,
In your laughter, your joy, your pains."

Her heart ached deep, yet somehow she knew,
Life had painted shades both bright and blue.
In her arms, a spark of him survives,
In her sorrow, hope quietly thrives.

A widow, a mother, a soul reborn,
Through joy and loss, her spirit worn.
But in her child, she’d find her way,
To weave new dreams from fractured clay.

Trapped in between two great walls, I cry but it doesn't go beyond..
My pain is mine alone to bear, they only have to partake in my joy and not my pain, but where I stand right now there's no joy..
My cry for help is being ignored, but doctors also get sick..
U can't blame my attachment to the bottle, he is the only true companion I have right now, he helps me forget, at least for a while.
Right now no one cares, they all focus on my actions and not the reason why..
Don't pity the corpes if u can't show love to the living.