There are battles fought 
without a sound, 
Where tired hearts quietly drown. 
A smile can hide 
What words cannot say
And “I’m fine” can mean 
“I lost my way”.
Some wounds leave 
Neither scar nor stain, 
Yet still they carry the pain.
So if I seem distant, lost or still, 
I’m not giving up...
I’m learning to heal. 
By Bhagyshree Karnewar