Silent Load Poem by Akshat Tiwari

Life presses like a storm that never breaks,

every breath a mountain, every step too much.

The world spins heavy on my shoulders,

alone in the crush, shadows whispering my name.



Tears hover, locked behind brittle walls—

they won't spill, won't flood the parched ground.

Yet when your eyes meet mine, cracked with pain,

I reach out, steady hands for your heavier storm.



My load drags deeper, chains unseen,

but I lift yours first, every time.

No one hauls mine—it's mine alone to bear,

through the endless drag of days and nights.



And that's fine, carved into my bones:

as long as you smile, as long as you're whole,

I'll carry the weight in silence, unseen,

your happiness the light that keeps me standing.