Hazrat Usman
A lover of technology and Books
They threw fire at me. Thought I'd melt. I didn’t. I burned brighter. They pushed stones in my path. Thought I’d fall. I climbed and crushed every one.
By Hazrat Usman Usman7 months ago in Poets
I walk with cold eyes, but my heart still burns. Don’t confuse my calm for weakness. It took storms to get this quiet. I don’t shout. I don’t explain. I don’t beg to be seen.
Be like a lion. Walk alone, but never lost. Speak less, but when you roar— let the silence before it scare them more than your voice ever could.
They only see the shimmer, never the shadow it had to survive. They only admire the glow, not the void that made it possible.
They said they believed in me. But they only showed up after the crowd did. When I failed silence. When I cried empty chairs. When I broke no one flinched.
I close my eyes but the past keeps playing like a film I never asked to watch. It doesn’t rewind. It repeats. Over and over until it feels like now.
They said I was funny. Said I lit up every room. But no one asked what it cost me to shine. No one asked why my eyes never matched my smile.
They said, “Be strong.” So I broke quietly. They said, “Be a man.” So I buried every tear in my throat. They said, “Don’t talk about it.” So I learned how to smile with a storm behind my teeth.
You didn’t say goodbye. You didn’t need to. The silence said it all. It came in waves not crashing, just slow and steady, until I drowned in the quiet.
I was born already behind. No ribbon. No cheers. Just footsteps in mud that wasn’t mine. They handed me expectations, like medals I hadn’t earned.
I looked in the mirror and saw someone I didn’t know. The eyes were mine. But the fire was gone. The jawline, tight from biting words I couldn’t say.
I rehearsed a thousand times. In my head. In the dark. When no one was listening. The words they had shape, they had weight, but never wings.
