Praveen Kumar 
morning arrives like broken glass, each step a careful negotiation, my body speaks in sharp whispers, reminding me who holds the conversation;
the coffee cup feels heavier today, steam rising like prayers I cannot voice, my spine curves under invisible weight, each movement now a conscious choice;
friends ask how I slept last night, their faces bright with morning energy, I smile and say the usual words, while pain sits patient beside me;
the mirror shows the same face, but behind my eyes lives something new, a quiet teacher dressed in fire, showing me what bodies can do;
some days I rage against this guest, other days we sit in silence, learning that strength has many forms, and healing lives in acceptance.
