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Invisible Bonds

 


I see you now—those so-called well-wishers,
Who only reach out when you know I’ll deliver.
But when it's time for moments that matter,
I’m left outside while your voices chatter.

You seek me when no one else will fill the space,
Yet at your celebrations, I’ve no trace.
When I find something suited to your success,
I share without hesitation, no second guess.

But why must I always be the one who asks?
Why, because I’m lost in my world’s emotional tasks?
I care too deeply, hold you all close,
Yet in your heart, I’m treated as a ghost.

You trust me with your kids, your precious things,
Knowing I’d guard them like angels’ wings.
But do you ever think of me when you’re apart?
Not a single token comes from your heart.

Even a tiny gesture, a thought so small,
Would make me smile and feel ten feet tall.
I remember every gift, every shared cheer,
But do you see me when you hold others dear?

I hold onto all of you despite the wrong,
Seeing past your flaws, I stay strong.
But do you pause before hurting me?
No, I’m just the safety net you never see.


~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

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