The Fading Line

Why we lose our worth in the eyes of those we trust, and the strange, quiet beauty that survives the fall.

They do not know, they cannot see,

The truth of grief that dwells in me.

The greatest pain is not the start…

Of someone leaving from the heart;

The deepest fall, the sharpest blow,

Is when you watch your value go…

To fall from eyes, to lose your place,

To watch your worth leave without a trace.

Have you ever seen yourself decline,

In someone’s gaze, a fading line?

To watch yourself, like smoke in air,

Dissolve to nothing, stripped and bare.

Why do we trust? Why do we care?

Why does the heart fall in the snare?

Hope and feeling….what are they for?

When trust is just a closing door.

It is a lie, a hollow game,

No one is truly quite the same.

We orbit in our narrow rings,

Bound by our own tethered things.

This is the life we’re forced to lead,

To swallow tears and mask the need,

To smile through ache and hide the sting,

While grief remains a silent king.

They say all things must wither, bend,

And bring their beauty to an end.

But look at how this love survives,

Beyond our broken, hollow lives…

It is the only spark I know,

That lives by fire, and learns to grow.

(Written by Hina Gondal 🕊️)

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Author's Note

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