Why My Latest Poem Made Me Cry
Sometimes words open doors our hearts tried to keep closed
I thought I was writing
about a summer morning—
soft light spilling across the floor,
the smell of fresh coffee,
the hum of a quiet house.
But halfway through the verse,
a memory slipped in—
her laugh,
warm as the sun through old curtains,
and the way she called my name
like it mattered.
The pen slowed.
The words trembled.
And suddenly,
I wasn’t writing about sunlight at all—
I was writing about loss,
about the space her voice once filled,
about how silence
has its own sharp edges.
Tears blurred the page,
turning ink into small rivers.
It wasn’t the poem that hurt—
it was the truth hiding inside it.
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Regards: Fazal Hadi
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Fazal Hadi
Hello, I’m Fazal Hadi, a motivational storyteller who writes honest, human stories that inspire growth, hope, and inner strength.
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It is funny how that works! Poetry will do it for me. I stick to rhyme and that keeps me in my head and out of my heart! Thank you for reminding me of that!❤️