'With Tired Wings' Poem by Pragna Pamarthi

She used to write with stars in her chest
Now she stares at blank pages needing rest
Not from the world but frm herself -
Frm being the strongest on the shelf.
She aches in pain no one can see
Still smiles, so others think shes free
But oh, your heart is not too much
It's a sky that's waiting to be touched
Her dreams lie quiet in a corner of dust
Once golden hopes now worn by rust
No one sees the war she fights alone
Each breath she takes feels carved frm stone.
For everyone who knows she's just a writer...
But I'll write until her soul feels lighter.
~PRAGNA PAMARTHI 💌!