**the Weight Of Pure Love** Poem by Putri Misnia Shary Bahri

In the stillness of twilight,
where shadows linger longer,
pure love sits heavy on my chest a burden wrapped in silk.

Each whispered promise, once tender, now echoes like fragile glass shattering; the sweetness morphs into a sting, each inhale salted by unshed tears.

Hearts carve deep rivers in soft skin, mapping every calamitous goodbye.

A gentle hand that once soothed aches now pulls away a lifeline or an anchor? I cannot tell.

I walked through fields painted with hope, but harvested only heartache: petals plucked one by one until nothing remains
but empty stems and memories pressed under glass.

They said pure love has no bounds yet here I stand at the edge of our universe,
staring into the void left behind;
the pain is both familiar and strange.

Healing calls from distant shores; whispers from warm winds urge me forward to reshaping this raw ache into something whole: not lessening but recognizing its shadow.

And so I gather grains of light where they fall against parched soil waiting for rain; for even stars burn bright while drowning in darkness;
hope flickers alive among ruins yet unbuilt.

So let me go to mend these fractures internally; let each step be stitched with care
as I find solace not just in absence but also within arms unseen a dance between loss and becoming.

Pure love may hurt most profoundly, but it is through this pain we learn: to embrace what was beautiful, even when it leaves us broken yet wise
and ready to grow again beneath new skies.