Last night I paused the world I carry
Stepped away from the noise,the daily hurry .
To sit with myself,to quietly see-
What is it that’s missing within me ?
And there it was,soft yet loud-
Not ambition,not the crowd.
But a family-gentle and near,
Soft voices I long to hear.
It is not the same, how it used to be,
I miss the old us
The warmth of onesness,safe and true-
A world that only belong to us at times.
I dont have a shoulder to lay my weight on,
I dont have hands to hold me through,
So I hold this pen,and write it to you .
Now i carry pieces you left behind ,
I have the other half of you to nurture , to protect-
She was your strength,your silent grace,
Now I see you- in her face.
Her fragile smiles,her hidden pain-
I hold her close through loss and rain.
At times I shatter , I fall apart,
But then I see her- your living heart.
For every sacrifices you both have made,
For every silent price you paid-
I promise papa, I’ll walk it right,
I’ll shield your other half through every abyss,
And give your dreams a living light.
Every tear finds ink on this paper’s skin,
Every silence echoes the storm within.
If I cant rest my head where you once stood,
I rest in memories, where you always could.
So I write ,Papa…. what I cannot say,
Folding my pain in lines that stay.
If the world feels empty and too unfair,
I find you,somehow – in every word I share.
~ MILAN PATHANIA
AN INTROVERT EMPATH🙏 