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“Fragments of the Unseen”
Before the glass, I kneel alone,
A body contorted, carved from stone.
Hands trace shadows of what’s undone,
Grasping echoes of battles never won.
Above, a face floats—distant, estranged,
An outline of all that has changed.
Fingers curl toward a fractured frame,
Chasing a ghost without a name.
In hues of green, my skin betrays,
The silent ache of endless days.
A soul unmoored, adrift inside,
With nowhere left for truth to hide.
Eyes once clear now dim with doubt,
Reaching in, yet nothing out.
What was whole is splintered, torn,
A heart forever caught, forlorn.
I twist, I bend, but find no form—
A self remade, yet still deformed.
In shards of me, no solace lies,
Only the endless search survives.
By
Zainub Naveed