She Wonders
She wonders
why nobody heard her, Even when they did everything to hurt her.
She wonders
why help never came, Why her cries hit walls that should have held her.
And she wonders
whether it was her fault, Or were her emotions under their control?
She wonders
why it wasn’t pain , Until it was her mind that hurt, not her arm.
She wonders
why she felt that pain, And not the ones who were at its cause.
She wonders
why she lost control, Over the only thing she called her own.
And she wonders
whether it was her fault, Or was her body under their control?
She wonders
how she became the center of effort.
When she stepped into a new room with different faces.
How a change could change everything.
She wonders
if it was the same people, the same her
The same her who nobody wanted before.
Yet everything about her felt different.
She carries echoes
she can’t erase, Doubt and fear that time can’t replace.
She’s still afraid to ask for help.
She suffers,
she suffers and keeps on suffering
Until her pain feels enough to tell.
The weight she bore,
silent, alone, lingers on, And sometimes it still darkens the world she’s known.
Her body remembers the scars
of those days. Health falters, aches appear, reminders in subtle ways.
But those days forged a strength she never knew,
The fire that drives her when the world feels new.
The courage to speak, to shine, to stand tall,
The part of her that whispers, “you can endure it all.”
I thought those days lost existence, yet she remains a part of me.
Even when the world feels wrong, she whispers, “just wait and see.”
She has witnessed life turn fully, Faces and places rearranged.
She knows it’s never just a person, But the circumstance that’s changed.
She stands as hope, a quiet fire inside,
And every storm she faces, she meets with steady pride
Editor’s Note:
Fragments of pain, and whispers of strength – in this remarkable expression by Archana, a student of Akal Academy Mander
This poem is part of a collection.
You may also read:
- An Autopsy of Silence – A Poem on Unspoken Pain
- The 23rd – A poem on Pain, Strength, and Inner Growth
