Still Here
Some days, survival is the only victory that matters.
I have swallowed so many words
they've started
growing roots.
>
One day someone asked
are you okay
and I said yes
so fast
it scared me.
>
The loneliest thing
isn't being alone.
It's standing in a room full of people
and realizing
your name
in their mouths
is not you.
>
I keep looking for myself
in old photographs.
Still haven't found one
where I look free.
>
But I am still here.
That's not nothing.
Some days
that's
everything.
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Aarsh Malik
Poet and storyteller who believes in the quiet power of words. Sharing self-help insights, fiction, and poetry on Vocal.
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Yes indeed! Glad we both are still here. Showing up!
Powerful, Empowering & Profound! 💪🏾✨