My Tears Have Dried...

 

My tears have dried, no more weeping
For the ones who turned their backs,
The ones I nurtured in their darkness,
While they hid their cowardice,
Pretending to be a light,
Yet casting shadows on my soul.

I listened when they had no one to call,
Gave my heart to those who risked my health,
All the fake well-wishers,
Friends in name only,
So-called lovers with their shameful confessions,
Thinking I would be their soft landing,
Never judging, never condemning.

But now, I fiercely guard my peace,
My energy, my soul—
To all of you, I say,
Fuck off!
I’m not that caring woman anymore,
Not your emotional sponge,
Not your therapist in disguise.

Dare to call me anything but my name?
I’ll sever the ties that bind,
Chop off the words that make you feel like a man.
When you couldn’t take no for an answer,
Didn’t see my discomfort,
An awful man claiming to be THE MAN,
Who says he has a sister,
Yet doesn’t care for another's daughter.

Respect is not a gift, it’s a right,
If you can’t honour women in general,
Forget about respect for your own mother.
My tears have dried,
And with them, the weight of your shame.
I rise, stronger, unyielding,
No longer bound by your false light.

~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse