The Witch You Created

Why they fear the woman who no longer stays silent.

Where has the innocence gone?

Where has the simplicity fled?

Through your relentless "corrections" and judgmental fingers,

You have crafted a witch out of a fragile soul.

She is a witch now,

Whose truth shakes the foundations of your fear.

She is a mirror of reality,

And you are terrified to face your own reflection within her.

What is it that you truly dread? Look closer.

This is the glass where your hidden faces are unmasked.

See how you turned her dreams into ash,

Wounding her at every turn of life.

The bangles on her wrists, you twisted into shackles of destiny,

And her stifled screams, you buried deep within the walls.

The darkness of her fate stretches far and wide.

In your eyes, every woman who dares to raise her voice is a witch.

But the venom you see in me? It was born of my long, stifled silence.

They fear looking into my eyes,

For there, every one of their lies meets its end.

Watch how your monstrous shadows dance in this magical mirror..

Does the sight of this "witch" still frighten you?

(Written by Hina Gondal 🕊️)

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Author's Note

Writing this piece felt like breaking a silence I didn’t realize I had been keeping for years. There is a strange, terrifying freedom in turning the gaze back toward those who sought to define us…to finally hold up that mirror and let the shadows be seen.

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