Thank You Poem by Parisha Shukla

Another day,
After weeks, months, or maybe a year—
You saw me broken, didn't you?

When life felt heavy again,
When it all felt worthless,
When it felt like being just a Bit*h—

You found me,

In the quietest way of yours—
That fails every law of physics,
That fails every existence of magic,
Just being in your womb of comfort—
To know how it feels, being chosen.

The way you drive the universe like a Maestro—
As if the stars, the lights, dance along your given path,

When these bodies never doubt… who am I to?

All along, I believed I found you,
I questioned the rules, the irony of your creation…
Though you saved me from the worst of mine—
As if it wasn't me,
But it was the part of yours that found me along.
Another day,
After weeks, months, or maybe a year—
You saw me broken, didn't you?
27s ago
Apr 13,2026 at 2: 43 AM GMT+5: 30
Thank you
Another day,
After weeks, months, or maybe a year—
You saw me broken, didn't you?

When life felt heavy again,
When it all felt worthless,
When it felt like being just a Bit*h—

You found me,

In the quietest way of yours—
That fails every law of physics,
That fails every existence of magic,
Just being in your womb of comfort—
To know how it feels, being chosen.

The way you drive the universe like a Maestro—
As if the stars, the lights, dance along your given path,

When these bodies never doubt… who am I to?

All along, I believed I found you,
I questioned the rules, the irony of your creation…
Though you saved me from the worst of mine—
As if it wasn't me,
But it was the part of yours that found me along.