A Whisper Survived

"A Whisper Survived" At 11 sharp, the room stood still, A war of silence, iron will. The wall ahead, with dreams pinned tight, Held echoes from each sleepless night. The quotes I hung like fading charms, Now felt like ghosts with folded arms. Each plan, a whisper from the past, Of goals I thought would always last. Above, the fan refused to spin, Like all the battles lost within. Outside, the wind just brushed the pane, No storm, no song, just silent pain. The world had danced, I stayed behind, With aching heart and aching mind. I gave up songs, I gave up sleep, For promises I failed to keep. The tests, the tears, the nights I broke, The dreams I chased through fire and smoke— They circled me like shadows near, Each failure louder than my fear. And yet, somehow, I stayed right there, Not out of hope, but sheer despair. Still fighting, though the flame was thin, Still breathing though I’d lost within. Ten minutes passed—no heaven's light, Just me, the dark, and quiet fight. I saw the boy who'd lost and bled, And still chose books and tears instead. No cheering crowd, no helping hand, Just one last thread, one final stand. A breath drawn deep, a rising spine— No anthem, just a stubborn line. My hand reached out. The switch flicked on. The blades began to hum and yawn. And with that hum, I breathed again— A whisper cut through all the pain. -Saankhya Tare