By Isha Dilshad
In the quiet of the night, there's a door deep inside,
A hidden sanctuary where my sorrows can confide.
It's the inner door of my heart, a refuge from the storm,
Where despair finds a corner, and I can feel warm.
When the world feels heavy, and shadows start to creep,
I turn to this doorway, where secrets I can keep.
Behind its fragile frame, my pain can softly rest,
In this sacred space, I can lay down my quest.
Here, I can unravel the threads of my despair,
Let the tears flow freely, release the weight I bear.
It's a place of solace, where I can truly see,
The rawness of my feelings, the depths of being me.
Though the outside may be chaotic, filled with noise and strife,
In this inner chamber, I can reclaim my life.
For within this heart's door, I find strength to endure,
A flicker of hope whispers, reminding me I’m sure.
So when the darkness beckons, and I feel lost at sea,
I’ll seek that inner doorway, where I can just be free.
For in the depths of despair, I’ll discover my own light,
And emerge from the shadows, ready to face the night.
By Isha Dilshad
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