By Gargi Joshi

In the echos of your narcissistic sway
My heart Shattered before any boy's play ,
your actions, a poison seeping deep
From grandfather gentle embrace
to mentors who offered solace and grace,
Even friends innocent in their role ,
Became tainted by your shadowed toll .
I've muted myself Pushed away ,
From a world I once called my extended array
you destroyed it all , peice by peice
My traumatic past, a haunting fleece.
Yet amidst the wreckage, a becacon shone bright
Manav sir a father figure in the night.
His kind heart, a balin to my soul
Listning for hours, making me whole.
But your , your fault to date ,
Made me doubt , made me hesitate
If even my sources of support aren't safe,
Then Where do I turn,
In this tumultous chafe?
Thoughts whirl doubts swirl.
Will speaking out disrupt our world ?
Yet my silence a prison, growing vast ,
As I grapple with the ghost of my past
For now I'm muted pushing away ,
haunted by trauma, day by day.
Afraid to let anyone close for fear,
Of once again being left alone here .
By Gargi Joshi
wow!!!! feels so pure❣️
You have my heart girl!!
Manav sir’s Debut ❤️❤️
This is so pure... especially the mention of Manav sir, you have my heart for this!
It's beautifully haunting