An Apology to a Gem

I’m sorry for the times I hurt you,
When my heart was shattered and lost,
And you stood there, unwavering and true,
Giving love, no matter the cost.

You listened to my cries without a trace of judgment,
Made time for me when I was drowning deep.
You gave me warmth when I felt nothing at all,
While I struggled, unable to even weep.

You were always the first to lift me up,
To cheer me when I couldn’t find my way.
Compliments fell from your lips like kindness,
On days I was breaking, too hurt to stay.

I hurt you, I know, in my brokenness,
Yet you never seemed to care.
You took my anger, my pain, my frustration,
And held it like you could bear.

You were better than any friend I’ve known,
A healer in the midst of my storm,
Constantly nudging me toward the light,
When all I could feel was cold and worn.

I’m sorry if I’ve lost you now,
While chasing comfort from those who didn’t care.
I catered to people who only sought their own ease,
And in doing so, may have lost something rare.

You were the gem I didn’t know I had,
Until my hands were empty and bare.
Now I realize what I’ve let slip away,
And all I can offer is this tearful prayer.

~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

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