Each second haunts me,
And I'm not sure if I can rise again.
Every climb, every struggle,
Shatters me into pieces.
With no shoulder to lean on,
They all say,
"I have..."
While I whisper,
"I had."
They speak of him in the present,
"He is."
But I can only reply,
"He was."
Realizing you're no longer here,
Brings me to tears,
And makes death
Seem like an easy escape.
- Sadhana Siva
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PoetryIn "Every Drop Counts," I've poured my heart onto the pages, transforming raw emotions into powerful words. This book isn't about perfection-it's about breaking through taboos and embracing vulnerability. Through my journey of loss and transformatio...
