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«Grieving Dandelion» by Arshein Detecio

In the comfort of my sheets, I’d cry myself to sleep—until I couldn’t breathe.
A cry of prayer before the night’s dark creep.

A secret I keep, humbled by the pain,
For I was in vain, hiding in the shadow of my faith.
My sanity at stake, my sobs echo through the night—
It was between me and the moon, the sky and the stars, my tears and my scars.

I am scared, I am tired, acting like I’m tough, but barely sane.

Like a dandelion on its last line,
it grieves as it loses pieces of itself.
But it’s part of growth, they say,
of growing old, a freedom, a start of new life, a new beginning.

But where do I really begin if I couldn’t even step my foot
and dance in the rhythm?
Where does air bring a part of me?
And how can I be whole when I couldn’t even recognize myself?

For I changed.
For my heart is shattered, my mind filled with thoughts I couldn’t utter.
For I am—a grieving dandelion.

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Author’s Bio:

Arshein Deticio, prefers to be recognized under her penname «Sheinelophile,» is an aspiring writer. A high school student always loves to read and write. Two years ago she was introduced to the world of poetry, that eventually inspired her to share her own poems as well.Social Media Accounts:Instagram: @coloredstrings_Threads: @coloredstrings_