Your kindness is a polished mask,
A clever shield, a thoughtful task,
But if they knew what I have seen,
The lies behind your silver sheen, you will be no longer a queen.
Just when you believed the storm had passed, A calm facade, a quiet breath at last— But deep beneath the silence you wear, The tremble lingers, hidden there.
Not every wound bleeds where eyes can see, Some pain roots deep—where memories be.
My heart shattered, torn in two, By pain I never thought I knew. Still facing wounds I didn’t choose, Wearing scars I didn’t bruise.
Unsure, I fight each day, Hoping the hurt will fade away.
@theskinrepublic Foreigner yang faham bahasa ni mudah. Dulu pernah student international nak try. Dah tunjuk perut pregnant 5 months pun tak faham bahasa. Nak santau takut tak berkesan 🤣
@discreetyan Saya dulu pernah malas layan orang, saya cakap je dah tunang. Even masa tu takde bf 🤭🤣 dahtu gigih pakai cincin ‘tunang’. Now my sis are doing the same trick.
Epidural, episiotomy, czer, perancang – semuanya tinggalkan kesan bukan ‘Cheatcode’.
Kesan yang ditinggalkan bukan setakat pada tubuh, tapi juga pada jiwa isteri.
Sayangnya, tak semua suami faham pengorbanan ini.
Shadows linger, a silent storm,
Each memory a scar, each thought a thorn,
Past whispers call, and I tremble still,
Haunted by wounds I can’t heal or fill.
A heavy weight, a winding road,
Fighting battles in the night’s cold.