The Scars That Follow the Night
written by: Saher Imran
When the world closes in on you,
And it’s hard to focus on breathing,
When all you are is tired,
And your heart aches like it’s infected with disease.
When there are parts of you hidden,
And you do not want them found,
When it’s you alone, with a bleeding wound,
Where do you go – who do you talk to?
I have long since left the world behind,
The one that does not care,
The one that always reminds,
Stop crying, toughen up,
You are not an exception to the problems you bear,
But they have not seen the wounds,
So ugly, so remorseful – the beating of heart, I can barely hear.
I have long ached to be found,
To be seen without all that glory,
In a world where I was never alone,
I was absolutely lonely.
A poet influenced by the shifting shadows of human minds; Saher Imran is a writer based in Pakistan. From a very young age, she navigated the cruel ways of life and crafted verses that feel both personal and universally resonant. Her themes frequently oscillate between the romanticism of existence and the uncanny realities creating a lived tension between the wounded past and the gift of present. When not writing, Saher likes to sit in the presence of nature where she lets her soul wander and be consumed by the quiet chaos of the spiritual and natural world. Driven by the power of love and hope, she lives with a free soul and the belief that what is meant for her will find her.
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- The Scars That Follow the Night - June 29, 2026
