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Hands started shaking again,
dreams started breaking again.
Again, I was numb.
Again, I started to feel all dumb.
It started all over.
All I wished for
was for the inner sounds
to become just a little lower.
I was out of breath.
All my dreams were again
only about my death.
I was shattered,
yet apologising
was the only thing that mattered.
Surrounded by people,
yet alone.
My heart again wanted
to be just like a stone.
My feelings were ignored,
but all I wanted
was to be just a little adored.
My fingers started fidgeting again.
All my mistakes in my mind
started digiting again
Again, I wanted to be
a little kid
in the arms of my mum.
But yet again,
I was numb.
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About the Author
Vanshika Sharma
Chandigarh University, Panchkula · India
Vanshika Sharma is a student based in Panchkula, India. Her poetry returns to the private cycles of anxiety, healing, and the things people struggle to say aloud, often tracing how pain changes when it is written down. She writes in both English and Hindi, using the page as a space for honesty without judgement.