Reckoning
written by: Neha Y. Poojary
Life was hard,
When I was young.
Lost a gem of a person,
And it struck me hard.
Time flew by,
Surroundings changed.
My clock was stilled,
While I grieved the loss.
I trusted and was betrayed,
While searching a bond.
Walking alone in the crowded room,
Isolated and lost was I.
Survival was burdensome,
As I wrestled the devil within.
Realism was something I tried to feel,
But, I felt just so numb.
Acceptance from the world and self,
Was what I tried for months and years.
All I got was disloyalty and isolation,
Only then did I realise, the truth of my struggles.
Judgements were passed,
But I decided to move my stilled clock again.
When none stood by me,
I became my own home, standing my ground.
I’m Neha Y Poojary, a free verse poet from India. Writing helps me express what often goes unsaid — themes of healing, self-acceptance, and the quiet strength it takes to keep going. Poetry, for me, is both a reflection and release.
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- Reckoning - April 23, 2026
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